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gojo-x-reader · 3 years

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Not So Special Now

Relationship(s): F!Reader x Gojo Satoru

Warnings: canon-typical violence

Tags: fluff (at the end), reader-focused

AO3 Link: here

Words: ~4k

Request: “hello there, i love ur soulmate and marriage life hc 🥺 can you make scenario/hc/drabble whatever u prefer where his fem/gn so is also a sorcerer and gets hurt/injured on a mission? thank you!”

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Your boyfriend, Satoru, asked you. His hands were on your biceps, giving it a worried, yet comforting squeeze.

“Yes, Satoru,” you answered, a little annoyed at how he was treating you. It’s been several years since either of you were in high school; this wasn’t your first mission.

“I can’t help but worry, you know. It’s your first ever special grade assignment.”

“Just because I’m not the same rank as you, Mr. Special Grade, doesn’t mean I’m weak. Besides, there are two others going so I’m not doing this alone.”

“I know, I know.” Satoru pressed his lips gently onto your forehead, then gazed into your eyes lovingly. In a rare instance while on the job, his blindfold was replaced with dark sunglasses. You reached up to shift them down, allowing you to gaze into his bright blue eyes. They were breathtaking no matter how many times you saw them. You moved your hands from his glasses to his shoulders, forcing him down so you could reach up to leave a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you tonight,” you promised.

The two of you embraced one more time before you joined your other group members for the mission. You turned back and waved at him as the three of you entered the car to be driven to the location for your mission.

“Sure wish Gojo-san was coming with us,” one of them mused. “He could handle this mission single-handedly and we could just stay home.” He sighed deeply, then put in headphones and stared out the window.

“Why isn’t he taking this mission?” your other group member asked. She stared at you, eager to know.

You had just met these two today (not even knowing their names, except that they were both Grade 1 sorcerers like you) and you weren’t sure how well this mission would go. “Well,” you began, “for one, he works best alone. Second, Satoru fights best when he’s away from civilians.”

The girl hummed, then crossed her arms in thought. The three of you awkwardly rode in silence for about five minutes, before the girl grabbed your arm suddenly. “Soooo, how long have you been dating Gojo Satoru?” She asked eagerly. There was something about her that seemed familiar, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

You weren’t sure why this was any business of someone you just met, but you decided to indulge her to hopefully make this awkward car ride, well, less awkward.

“Two years, almost three,” you answered. The two of you had known each other since high school, but it wasn’t until almost four years ago that you had reconnected after you moved back to Tokyo, and almost three years ago when you started dating. To this day you still had no clue why he would get a crush on you over all people. There were much prettier girls he had spent more time with, why you?

“Annnnd? A ring soon?” She gushed, gripping your arm harder.

You shrugged. Satoru and you had discussed marriage at some point, but both of you were busy at the moment, especially with Ryomen Sukuna being somewhat revived into the world. While Yuuji was still technically “dead” to others, Satoru had trusted you enough to tell you about how his student had pretty much been revived from the dead. On your days off, you often visited your boyfriend and helped out with Yuuji’s training regime. He was a nice kid, despite his circumstances and being thrown into the jujutsu world suddenly.

The girl let go of your arm and got out her phone, furiously typing to someone. “Oh, my little sister won’t be happy to hear about this.”

“Little sister?”

“Yeah, my sister Momo goes to Kyoto. She’s pretty close with another girl, Kasumi, who I consider almost like another younger sister. She was super excited to meet Gojo-san a week ago. She’s like a superfan of him or something. I like to indulge her sometimes. I think she even made a fan club for Gojo-san or something. Anyways, Momo, even though she’s friends with Kasumi, she often gets annoyed with her talk about Gojo-san.”

You vaguely remember Satoru mentioning a girl from Kyoto that asked him for a picture. It wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence for your boyfriend to be asked to take pictures with, from the jujutsu world or from civilians; he had devastatingly good looks, so you couldn’t blame any of the people who asked for pictures. Besides, you knew his heart belonged to you and you only, so you were fine with others recognizing his allure.

“Oh, Kasumi’s calling me,” the girl said. She answered her phone, only for a younger voice to scream over the speaker. It was loud enough that you could hear it. Your teammate held her phone away from her ear.

“What do you mean he has a girlfriend?”

“Oh, come on Kasumi. You know how handsome he is. Besides, he’s like, what, twenty-eight? Twenty-nine?”

“Twenty-eight, twenty-nine in December,” you confirmed.

“Way too old for you, ma’am,” the girl relayed to Kasumi.

“I don’t like him like that , Sumi-san! I j-just really admire him, okay! W-Who wouldn’t? World’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer in all.”

“Mhm. Anyway, I’ve got a mission today with the said girlfriend of Gojo Satoru. Want me to get you an autograph?” Sumi joked.

“...Could you?”

You let out a tiny laugh. This girl was funny, so you decided to humor her and leaned toward the phone. “One autograph for Kasumi?”

“M-Miwa Kasumi!” the voice on the phone squeaked out. She told you what kanji made up her name as you rummaged for a scrap piece of paper and pen from your bag. You made out the autograph, laughing a bit as you handed it to Sumi.

After you told her you signed an autograph for her, Kasumi said goodbye, hanging up the phone before Sumi could reply goodbye back. She seemed embarrassed about the ordeal.

“You were right, she seems like a good kid.”

“Kasumi is nice. She really balances out how serious my little sister Momo is,” Sumi responded.

For the rest of the car ride, you and Sumi chatted. Apparently, this was also her first Special Grade mission, as well as her first mission after graduating from Kyoto. Their other group member was also from Kyoto; he was two years Sumi’s senior. His name was Takahashi Daisuke. She didn’t know much about him since he tended to keep to himself. But she did know this wasn’t his first Special Grade mission. That relieved you substantially since you were nervous about this mission (as much as you didn’t want to admit to Satoru).

Eventually, the roads transformed from paved to just dirt. The driver turned onto a road on a hill, then began briefing the three of you on your mission. This was a Special Grade, suspected to be awakened by a Sukuna finger. This was just based on speculation, since the last Special Grade to pop up was from a Sukuna finger as well. The Special Grade had taken over an abandoned shrine, supposedly terrorizing the local village just down the hill (which had been evacuated just hours before). As the driver parked the car, the three of you exited the car. The air was crisp, with a distinct chill in the air. You could sense a particularly strong cursed energy in the premises, on par with Satoru’s cursed energy. You shuddered; this was not going to be an easy task.

The driver placed a curtain around the area, the sky darkening. It only made the situation seem even more grave. There was something in your gut telling you to run, not from being scared of the Special Grade, but because something bad was going to happen.

Sumi grabbed a wand from her belt. Her family was a pretty small sorcerer family on her mother’s side, as she had told you in the car. She and her sister have cursed techniques similar to “witches”; hers involved spells while her sister’s involved levitating a broom, among other objects.

Your cursed techniques, however, involved nature. There was a reason why you were selected specifically for this mission; the shrine was in the middle of the forest, the perfect place for you to go wild. Cities like Tokyo were incredibly constraining for you to use your cursed techniques, so you almost exclusively were assigned missions out in the country where nature was plentiful.

Neither you nor Sumi knew what Daisuke’s cursed technique was, but you assumed it was pretty strong considering he had been on missions with Special Grades before.

The mission started off fine. The three of you approached the shrine. It wasn’t particularly impressive, nothing that you would expect to house a Special Grade curse. The stone torii at the entrance was standing tall, unbothered by neither age nor the moss and vines growing on it. The shrine itself, however, was crumbling. One of the pillars holding up the roof was destroyed, so the roof was lopsided. The shimenawa knots were cut in half, the ends completely frayed. Definitely not a good sign.

After crossing the torii , you felt the Special Grade’s presence. It was overwhelming, unlike anything else you had experienced before. It possessed near-equal amounts of cursed energy as Satoru, but unlike your boyfriend, it held malicious intent within its cursed energy. To your left, Sumi was shaking. You held out a shaky hand onto her shoulder and squeezed. While you yourself didn’t feel confident about this mission now, you had a duty as the oldest member of the group here to be strong, for their sake.

The shrine began to shake, then the roof was suddenly blown off. You used your cursed technique to form a barrier of tree roots that erupted from the ground. Slabs of wood hit the roots, then bounced off. After the rain of wood subsided, you controlled the roots back into the ground in their original position.

You finally got a good look at the Special Grade curse. It was humanoid, but only in form. Its flesh was midnight blue, with eyes covering every centimeter of its body. Great, it had no blind spots. The curse had no apparent mouth, yet you were able to hear it let out an intimidating roar.

Daisuke made the first strike. He quickly pointed a handgun at the Special Grade and pulled the trigger. Out came a burst of his own cursed energy instead of a bullet. The blow just grazed the Special Grade enough for it to let out a screech of pain. Interesting, so this was his cursed energy. You wondered if it was limited to guns, or if he could apply it to a bow as well and use his cursed energy for arrows. You’d have to ask him later after this mission was completed.

It was apparent after Daisuke revealed his cursed technique that all of you were primarily distance fighters. There wasn’t much Sumi could do if her cursed technique focused on spells through her wand apparatus and Daisuke seemed to only have a gun on him. So, that meant you had to switch to a melee approach.

You weren’t the biggest fan of hand to hand combat. You weren’t very strong, preferring to assist from a distance. Recently, Satoru has been helping you learn new ways of fighting in close quarters. You decided to take the risk and make an attempt at using this still relatively new technique. You reached out your hands, summoning leaves from the trees. They surrounded your fists like boxing gloves, your cursed energy reinforcing the leaves to be almost as hard as the bark from the trees they came from.

You sprinted toward the Special Grade, preparing to land a blow. As you reared back for a punch, the Special Grade disappeared from in front of you. Then you felt a blow land on your back and you were sent through the forest until a particularly thick tree stopped your projectile body. Luckily, you reacted quickly enough to reinforce your front with cursed energy. If it wasn’t for your quick thinking, you probably would’ve been knocked out immediately.

You picked yourself up from the ground, but the world was spinning. You leaned against a tree to collect your thoughts and rest a bit. The Special Grade was insanely fast and had no blind spots. You were panicking; this was well out of your skillset. Perhaps Daisuke was right; Satoru should’ve joined in on this mission. But you knew that wasn’t possible, as he also had his own Special Grade mission to handle today.

You brought a hand up to your face and gave yourself a hard smack. This was no time to doubt yourself or panic. You had two comrades out there fighting a Special Grade curse alone. There was no doubt that the Special Grade would notice you if you tried to rejoin the fight, at least on the ground. Your best bet would be to get the high ground; there would be fewer eyes on the top half, so the chances of you being noticed would be less than if you arrived by foot.

Okay, you had an idea. Now, to get an idea of how the fight was going. You kneeled down to the ground and placed your hand onto the ground, closing your eyes. You sent a minimal, hardly detectable pulse of cursed energy toward the fight through the ground. From what nature informed you, the fight was mostly one-sided in favor of the Special Grade. Daisuke was pretty beat up, and Sumi wasn’t in good shape either.

You got up then hurriedly began climbing the nearest tree. As you climbed up, you manipulated the bark to form grooves for you to place your hands and feet on. As you reached a decent height, you created a bridge with the overlapping tree branches sturdy enough for your weight. You sprinted across the bridge, ignoring your double vision. You definitely had a concussion, but now was not the time for you to worry about that. You didn’t wanna lose your comrades on this mission. Not again.

You wiped the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. In your final year of Tokyo High, your two classmates were killed right before your eyes on a mission. You escaped out of pure luck, but was determined to get stronger to avenge their deaths. If you let those two die… well, then, that meant you hadn’t gotten strong enough to protect anyone else.

Once you were just out of sight range of the cursed spirit, you closed your eyes to sense the battle again. Sumi was sitting on the ground, back to a tree as she watched the fight between Daisuke and the Special Grade. She was barely conscious, and it seemed like she had lost a lot of blood. You had an idea, but in order for it to work, you needed her help.

Using thin vines, you sent a message within her sight: I am still alive. I’m going to trap the Special Grade curse with branches. Use a fire spell on it when it’s bound.

All you could hope was that she was able to read the message and had enough cursed energy to cast the spell. You began moving branches from distant trees close to the Special Grade, as fast as possible without your cursed energy being detected. Once they were close enough, you waited for the right moment.

As Daisuke finally landed a hit with his cursed energy, moving the curse to the center of the shrine remnants, you launched your attack. The branches extended as fast as you could make them move. The hit Daisuke landed had temporarily slowed the Special Grade, enough for your branches to immobilize it. As the branches gripped the curse, Sumi sent a fire spell toward it, just as planned.

The branches (and the cursed spirit) caught on fire. But something was wrong; normally, you could extract cursed energy from a curse with your cursed technique to exorcise, but that wasn’t happening. Was it resisting? You felt a tug on the branches.

Without thinking, you acted on your own. You re-equipped the leaves cursed technique, as you jumped from the trees above. As gravity brought you closer to the Special Grade, you reared back to prepare the punch you had wanted to introduce it to earlier. As your fist landed on the curse, you allowed the leaves to leave your fist, sending it into the curse’s body. The leaves caught on fire before they entered the curse, imploding it.

So, you managed to exorcise the Special grade. But, doing so took all of your cursed energy and you had no more left to cushion your fall. Luckily, you managed to adjust your fall so that you slid on your stomach parallel to the ground instead of falling headfirst. It still hurt, and you definitely broke a few ribs doing that.

You somehow had enough energy to turn yourself onto your back, looking up at the starry night sky as the curtain was released. Your first Special Grade mission. Everyone lived and you exorcised it without Satoru’s help. Ha. He would be so proud of you.

You began to fall into unconsciousness right as you felt familiar arms lift you up.

When you woke up, you were in Shoko’s infirmary. There was a thin blanket covering your bottom half. Suddenly the events came back to you.

You sat up, gasping for air. Where were Sumi and Daisuke?

“You might want to lay back down,” a familiar voice told you. “Shoko healed you, but the pain might still be there.”

You did as the voice said, laying back at the elevated position you woke up in. You look over and blinked a few times, seeing your boyfriend sitting in a chair next to your bed. He was in his work uniform, including his blindfold. You winced as you felt a pain in your chest; Satoru was right, there still was residual pain.

“I exorcised a Special Grade,” you croaked.

“I know. I’m proud of you.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, giving you a soft smile, showing off his tiny dimples. His smile quickly turned to a frown as he lectured, “However, what you did was risky and crazy.”

“Aren’t you the one who says that jujutsu sorcerers have to be crazy to survive?” you argued.

“Yes, but there’s a difference between crazy and throwing your life away.”

“You saw that?” you asked, much more awake than you were a few seconds ago.

“I hurried as fast as I could with my own mission to come assist you if you needed. I got there right as you pulled that stunt of yours.”

You pulled your hand from his and placed your face in both of your hands, embarrassed that he saw you launch yourself from several meters high, use up all of your cursed energy, then make a hard landing onto the ground.

“How’s the other two?” you asked, refusing to move your face from your hands.

“Alive and doing well. You’re the most beat-up out of everyone.”

You removed your hands, clasping them together in your lap. “Thank goodness…”

“There wasn’t a Sukuna finger either,” Satoru reported to you. “The villagers’ fear of the shrine must have caused it to grow to a Special Grade. Now, come on. Shoko said you could come home once you woke up.” Satoru stood up, then scooped you up from the bed. You screamed in protest, now wide awake.

“Wha--Put me down!”

“No can do, honey. Doctor’s orders. Nothing strenuous for the next week.”

“Satoru, I don’t think walking counts as strenuous!”

He smiled his signature shit-eating grin, then gave you a kiss on your forehead. No fair, he knew forehead kisses were your weakness. You melted into his arms at how tender his kiss was, now docile and less likely to argue with him.

In a flash, he teleported the two of you to his apartment, setting you on the bed in front of him. After placing you on the bed, he yanked off his blindfold and began rummaging through his dresser, looking for a set of his clothes for you to wear. He tossed the shirt and pants toward you, not even bothering to turn around while you changed. You’d been together for so long (or at least, it felt like a long time) that there wasn’t anything particularly embarrassing about changing in front of each other.

You winced while lifting your hands up to take off your shirt, so Satoru was by your side in an instant, helping you take off your shift without much pain. He even helped you out of your bra and put on his shirt.

“You don’t need me to help you with the pants, do you?” he teased.

“I think I can handle it on my own,” you replied, standing up and shuffling out of your pants. Satoru’s pants were much too long for you, so you had to roll not only the waistband but also the cuffs so that they didn’t constantly drag on the ground. Not like you minded doing that; there was just something about his clothes that was infinitely more comforting than your own, and he knew that more than anyone else.

As you adjusted the pants, Satoru left the bedroom to head toward the kitchen, no doubt to start cooking some of your favorite foods. You laid down on your shared bed, happy to be home. It was a long day (Days? How long were you even unconscious?) and you were glad to have such a caring boyfriend, even if he was being a little annoying about this.

About an hour later, Satoru came into the bedroom with a tray of food. He wouldn’t let you even touch the chopsticks, insisting on feeding you food because he didn’t want you to “strain yourself.” You thought he was just being a little too overprotective, but you allowed him to feed you anyway. The look of satisfaction on his face was just too cute for you to deny him this tiny pleasure.

After dinner, you immediately wanted to go to bed. Satoru quickly ate his portion of dinner then changed out of his work clothes into something much more comfortable to sleep in. He joined you under the covers, using his cursed energy to turn off the lights. You felt his arms gently snake their way around your waist, pressing you into his front. You sighed in contentment; he was warm, but not too warm.

After a few seconds of silence, you piped up, “Satoru?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for taking care of me. I love you.”

He placed a gentle kiss on your neck, just behind your ear. “Anything for you, my love,” he breathed onto your neck. You could feel him smiling gently. “Maybe we should just get married.”

You grumbled something, not even quite sure what you said or even what he said completely. Before sleep overtook you, you mumbled out one last final “I love you,” incredibly happy to be in your boyfriend’s arms at the moment.

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snitches-at-dawn · 3 years

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small talk || f.w.

request- hii! i wanna request a fred fic (its up to u if u want to put smuts in it or not) where fem!reader is with draco but she is fred’s ‘best mate’one night draco n fem!reader decided to go to a party then they had an angsty argument which leaves them hanging n frustrated. so fem!reader ditched draco n danced with the crowd until fred joins her. she then agreed w fred to make malfoy jealous by making out w him n kinda ends up w fred😋🥄🧁

a/n- HI WE’RE ASSUMING Y/N AND DRACO ARE IN FRED AND GEORGE’S YEAR, IE; TWO YEARS ABOVE HARRY AND THAT ASTORIA IS IN HARRY’S YEAR

DON’T COME AT ME THANKS.

i had sm fun writing this also i’m sorry it took me this long to get around to it, i had m a j o r writer’s block but now the juices are flowing again and i’m not the greatest w smut so i trIED but i failed

A BT IS A BAD TRIP

you and draco didn’t really have the healthiest relationship as fred never failed to point out. it was annoying because you knew he was right. the both of you had been together since the yule ball in your sixth year, bonding as saint potter tried not to die.

the both of you had started fighting alot in the last couple months- you wondered if it was a coincidence that your arguments and the amount of time draco spent with astoria greengrass both increased as your graduation date rolled around. at the end of the day, you were a halfblood from ravenclaw and he was a pureblood from slytherin- he’d probably end up with one of the greengrass sisters anyways.

didn’t matter. you leaned on fred.

fred.

your best friend from your second year at hogwarts when you knocked his twin off his broom in your first ravenclaw vs gryffindor match.

with a well aimed bludger, george fell to the ground and you were rewarded with a toothy smile from your captain, but your guilt ridden self trudged down to the hospital wing to apologise to george. before you could identify him however, a red blur marched upto you, “oi! where d’you get off on knocking george off his broom?”

your brain took a minute to slot in the pre-existing information that george had a twin. you blinked and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, “yeah i’m sorry i was just nervous.”

the twin broke into a grin, “why would you be? he’s alright and that shot was amazing. i’m fred,” and he stuck his hand out at you.

you smiled too, “hi i’m y/n.”

george’s voice piped up from the back, “oi! i’m still injured!”

and with that bludger shot, a duo became a trio. you covered the boys’ asses when they were in trouble and they took you along on all their pranks- three masterminds were better than two.

“ms y/l/n! where are mr. weasley and mr. weasley?” sprout demanded of you in your third year after the pair of them had set off a dungbomb in greenhouse 2.

“erm i think they went that way,” you responded, pointed in opposing directions.

“which way did they go?” she demanded.

“who went which way?” you asked confused.

“the weasley twins!”

“where did they go?”

your class erupted in peals of laughter as you confused the small old professor. you saw the twins peeking around the wall as they watched the mayhem they created that you added to unfold and grin at you. you threw them a wink and turned back to your work.

over the years as george got more caught up in katie bell, you and fred spent more and more time together to the point where when the time rolled around for the yule ball in your sixth year(LOOK AT THE A/N THANKS), you and fred were peeking around the corner of a wall as george stutteringly asked katie bell out. as she smiled against his lips in assent, you turned to fred proudly.

“well that’s one of you sorted. now for you. who are you taking?”

fred just stared at you with a soft smile as he leaned one shoulder against the wall.

“what?” you asked blankly staring back.

“go with me,” he replied.

“huh.”

“go with me to the ball! it’s perfect! we already know everything about each other. it’s more convenience that anything- we won’t even have any awkward small talk!”

you snorted derisively, “that’s romantic,” and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“you want romance? down on a knee and everything?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“no- don’t- no. i have a date anyways,” you replied nervously.

“what? who? why haven’t you told me this already?”

“well because… it’s malfoy,” you said somewhat defensively.

fred laughed, “yeah okay.” you sighed, “no fred, it really is malfoy.”

“what?” his face morphed into one of anger, “you’re going with malfoy?”

“yeah. we’re partners in potions and we get along well enough so he asked me out to hogsmeade for that trip when you and george were fooling around in zonko’s.”

“are you going steady with him now?” he spat.

“no! we’re just… seeing how we like each other right now.”

“how many dates have you been on with him?”

“erm,” you replied, “maybe three or four?”

after a few moments of painful silence, “fred?”

“what?”

“are you mad?”

he looked at you sharply to which you continued, “i don’t know why you’d be mad- he’s never done anything to you but you seem mad.”

fred sighed, “no, i just... don’t get it. but i trust you so...”

you grinned, “alright so for you. how’s angelina johnson?”

the months flew in a blur of stolen kisses with draco in the safety of shadows and laughs with fred intermixed with charms essays, dada practice and triwizard tasks. suddenly you were standing in front of your mirror nervously adjusting your dress until your younger sister who was previously wistfully watching you get ready whining about how she wanted to come popped her head round the corner, “he’s here, y/n!”

you smirked at yourself in the mirror- you looked amazing even if you did say so yourself- and walked out of the entrance of the common room where you bumped into someone who steadied you before you could fall and ruin your hair.

“careful there, darling,” a smooth low voice came in your ear.

your eyes lit up as you linked your hands behind your boyfriend’s neck and played with the baby hairs at his nape, “hi, draco. you look good.”

“you’re saying that? i tripped into you as soon as i saw you.”

you laughed, “why’re you here? we said we’d meet at the great hall.”

he shrugged and bent down so he could murmur against your lips, “didn’t wanna wait any longer to meet you,” but before his lips could properly meet yours you heard a voice to your right.

“y/n?”

you sighed before you turned to face the voice. this wasn’t going to be fun for you.

“hi, freddie.”

“malfoy,” he said curtly with a nod, “thought you were going to meet her at the entrance.”

draco put one hand in his pocket and the other around your waist, “decided to meet her here instead. problem?”

“why would i have a problem?” fred asked innocently.

“you just seem awfully interested in mine and y/n’s picking-dropping arrangements.”

“draco,” you cut in warningly.

“we had decided to walk down together and i didn’t know there was a change in plans.”

“fred,” you said equally firmly.

“why aren’t you walking with your date anyways?” draco sneered.

“she and her friends wanted to walk down together,” fred replied, getting dangerously close to draco now, his stance threatening.

you stepped away from draco and gripped fred’s forearm, “fred, calm down. i’ll meet you in the hall.”

he wrenched his arm out of your grip and walked away whistling.

unfortunately, this wasn’t the last of the fred vs. draco matches you had to referee. a year later, draco seemed to be fed up with fred and refused to be in the same room with him, expecting you to leave with him. unfortunately, fred felt the same.

at some point then, draco just... backed off. his attention was slowly diverting to astoria greengrass. again, the both of you knew you’d never have a long term future together owing to your blood status’ but you never expected him to behave the way he was.

so you began to back off too and focused on your friendship with fred which these days was erm well, it wasn’t really a friendship anymore as much as it was a l o t of flirting. casually intentional brushes in charms and lingering eyes with a few more winks than were necessary. you were overthinking it like crazy but you were with draco- technically.

after yet another venomous hushed reparté in the corner of a party, you rolled your eyes at draco at the you-and-fred insinuation you were far too familiar with, shouted something at him, and marched to the alcohol section of the party. shooting down the punch reeking of giggle water, you winced and shook your head at the after taste. fred linked his arms around your waist from behind you- you’d recognise his scent anywhere- and you closed your eyes, leaning your head on his chest as he dropped a kiss to your head and murmured, “another fight?”

you sighed and turned to face him, “yeah. i’m so sick of fighting with him. i really did love him but i’m so tired of the accusations of you and i- i just can’t take it anymore.”

“did love him? past tense?”

you shook your head, “i broke up with him.”

"for real?”

you put your head in your hands, “yeah. fuck it, let’s go dance. i’ll be nice and drunk in a few more minutes and i don’t want a bt.”

you lead fred to the dance floor, holding his hand and just... just lost yourself in the music so it was just you and the music. until suddenly, there was nothing but you and the music and fred.

fred’s hand landing on your waist.

moving to your torso.

holding your arms just below your shoulders.

your hands on his chest, your foreheads touching and breaths mingling.

time slowing as he put his hand on your neck and yours moved to his shoulder, the touches mixing with the alcohol making you heady.

“will you regret this tomorrow?” he asked you, stopping his lips a centimeter way from yours.

“will you?”

“definitely not,” he laughed, “but will you?”

“i don’t know, but i know this has been a long time coming.”

fred let out a low, rattling breath, “i’m so whipped for you, y/n, i’ll take my chances with that.”

you couldn’t even hear the music anymore, happily oblivious to the draco’s glare, george’s whoop, katie’s smirk and everyone else’s gasps. you lost yourself in fred’s arms.

when you finally leaned away, eyes still closed, breathing heaving and satisfied you heard his soft laugh.

“what?”

“nothing. you just look so zonked.”

“that happens when your best friend kisses you.”

“oi! you kissed me as much as i kissed you,” fred exclaimed, arms still linked around your waist.

“mmhm, doesn’t matter.”

“okay now will you finally go on a date with me?” he asked.

“well alright.”

“‘well alright’? are you joking?”

you smirked at him, repeating his exact words to you from over a year ago, “it’s more convenience that anything- we won’t even have any awkward small talk.”

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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Grounded: Level 6

Level 5 | Level 7

Member: Minho (Lee Know)

Genre: idol minho x idol trainee reader, angst cause is it a dana fic if there is no angst

Taglist: @jaehyvnsvalentine @licorice526 @lolwhatameme @felixn-recs @yunapixie

[J U N E 2 0 2 0]

“COOKIN’ LIKE A CHEF I’M A FIVE STAR 미슐랭 "미"의 정점을 찍고 눈에 보여 ILLUSION!”

“Jesus Christ!” Ju Rin screams at all of you, yelling at the top of your lungs as you follow the lyrics and fanchant of the song. “The Hell’s wrong with you people?!”

Minjung giggles until she’s sobbing and rolling on the floor, So Eun and Gahyun take turns singing the lines of the different members while you get to your feet and stretch.

You’re about to head out the studio to the bathroom when Ju Rin calls out to you, casually jogging over to you by the door.

“Before I forget, Bang PD said he wanted to see you in his office tonight.”

The new information strikes an uncomfortable chord in you.

“What? Why? Did I do something-”

“No,” Ju Rin quickly shakes her head, hand coming to rest on your lower arm. “It’s time to make a decision. A real one,” She looks behind her shoulder and at the bunch of girls who were all younger than the both of you before turning back to you. “One that would be forged in your signature and last for the next 7 years.”

Ju Rin’s eyes hold worlds of both caution and wander. This is no longer just a game of “let me see how long more I can train before I think I’m ready”. It has become a fact that the company believes you’re ready, and now they’ll be presenting you with an opportunity of a lifetime. Something that you wouldn’t be able to reverse once you’ve agreed to it.

“He said that if you can’t give him an answer tonight, he’ll understand, but you still need to make a decision after all... So,” She pauses and rubs your upper arms. “Think carefully, and make your decision wisely. I don’t want you to walk into something you’d want to walk out of.”

You’re in the pantry of the floor where it was quieter than normal - TXT had a schedule that day and wouldn’t be spending the day in the studio. The chance of a lifetime’s sitting in the heart of your palms now, all you have to do is to pick up a pen and write your name down before the next 7 years of your life would be planned out for you.

You weren’t sure if you needed someone’s motivation or encouragement to well your bravery for tonight, but you knew for sure you just needed to know someone would be there for you.

You: Hey, call me when you’re free? I just... thought I should tell you something.

Sucking in a deep breath, you hit send and drop the phone back into your pocket. The ceramic mugs by the coffee machine calls out to you, and you run one under the tap when you feel the vibration in your pocket. A smile stretches across your face, pleasantly surprised at the speed of reaction now.

“That was quick,” You flick the mug, water droplets hurling back into the sink.

“What is it? Better be worth it, IN-ie just brought back some fried chicken and any longer I’ll- YAH! DON’T TOUCH MY SHARE!”

A sharp ring echoes through your right ear canal as you pull the phone away from your ear, “My God-”

“Yes,” The man returns to the line. “What was it you needed to tell me about?”

“Are you sure this is a good time?” You place your mug under the coffee machine nozzle and press the cappucino button. “I can call you back later-”

“No, no, it’s fine. We’re having our lunch break anyway. What’s wrong? You sound stressed.”

The steady stream of water, then coffee and milk creates a layer of foam in your mug.

“Ah... Let me guess - It’s the contract.”

“Mm,” The hum might’ve been overwhelmed by the sudden cough and whir of the machine, but it goes back to it’s gentle chittering as the stream slows to a few droplets.

“What are you worried about? You’ve already spent so much time training, not to mention building that bond with your members... Are you the only one that has yet to sign the contract?”

“No, they’re going by position and age. Ju Rin’s the only person who’s signed it and the rest don’t know yet.”

“Strange that you guys didn’t have the signing together.”

“Knowing Ju Rin, she probably wouldn’t have wanted that,” A pause as you process the thought of her being your leader. There was nobody else better to be it than her. “She wouldn’t have wanted anybody to sign it under pressure, so she probably suggested the individual signing to Bang PD instead.”

“Fair,” He pauses. “So, what now?”

“I don’t know.”

“’I don’t know’ doesn’t sound like a great response at this point of time.”

“I know... I just... What if... What if I’m not good enough, you know? What if I mess up along the way and Ju Rin or BigHit’s gotta clean up my shit?”

“Everybody messes up at some point or another. You’re gonna be under constant scrutiny, possibly apologise for things you don’t have to apologise for, but that’s just a small cost you need to pay for pursuing your dreams. You don’t get to paradise without riding the worst storms.”

You wrap your fingers around the ceramic of the cup, carefully pulling a sip of the foam onto your tongue.

“I can hear you, you know.”

“Sorry,” Licking the foam off your upper lip, you snicker to yourself and turn to the door of the pantry, the metallic frame of the doors showing you a version of yourself that you wouldn’t have recognised four years ago.

“Anyway, we both know you’ve already made your decision when you decided to stay for so long, and meet all your members. You’re only hesitating now because you’re afraid of mistakes, so if it makes you feel any better - which I know probably won’t - you will mess up, but it will be okay.”

“Great pep-talk,” You sneer into the receiver end of the phone. Minho’s laughter echoes through the line, and you can already picture his eyes turning into thick, dark lines as he smiles.

“I always be here, alright? Nothing to fear.”

[N O V E M B E R 2 0 2 0]

“I’m not joking when I say I think Gahyun has a crush on Beom,” The drifting dried leaves on the floor crunch under your shoes as Minho turns to you, flicking a small twig out of your now blue-dyed hair. You just had your pre-debut photoshoot, and they were set to be released sometime in 2021.

“Should you be telling me this information?” Minho readjusts his beret, making it fit better on his head while he leads you around the corner and up the stairs to some secret back door.

“Repeating this information to a bunch of girls who already know this information gets boring. Don’t you guys have crushes on like - TWICE or ITZY or something?”

“Oh, that’s a deep grave to dig,” He pushes the door open without hesitation, the scent of grilled chicken and wine hitting you straight in the face.

“Aw, come on!” The whine is cut short when a waiter comes by to tend to you. It wasn’t a surprise when the waiter recognised him, even with all that disguise on. The restaurant was two floors worth, but only the first was open to the public. The second - specially reserved for idols.

Man, the things Dispatch would do to know this place exists and the people idols bring here.

“We’re serving the Christmas specials today because we know a lot of companies are letting idols go for an advanced holiday,” The waiter pulls out two menus from under the desk where you’ve stopped, turning around and gesturing for you to follow him. “I’ll be your waiter for today, so just call for me if you need me.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You offered the waiter a smile, forgetting that the mask was hiding it. The waiter bows and leaves the two of you alone in the corner of the room, allowing Minho to finally feel comfortable enough to remove his mask.

A gasp gets sucked through your throat when you remove your mask, eyes glued to the menu. “Tangerine grilled chicken and steak!”

Minho doesn’t bother to stifle the yawn that was coming out from his lungs, eyes halving into long lines.

“Are you allowed to drink?” You notice the drinks menu, nearly the entire page covered with some kind of beer, soju, wine or sake.

“I mean, I’m technically off work, and all those news sites don’t know this place exists so- as long as I’m not drunk, why not?”

“Very nice,” Scanning the list of alcohol, you decided Minho needed some outlet of release before he goes back to work - also known as being stressed 24/7.

Minho helped place your orders, and instead of the two glasses of wine you had initially wanted to order, he calls for an entire bottle of 1940 Chateau.

The waiter doesn’t seem at all bothered that the young idol was ordering a three-hundred-dollar bottle of alcohol, only focused on noting the food that was spewing off Minho’s tongue. The waiter then thanks the two of you, promising to return with the wine first before he leaves.

Leaning forwards across the table, your eyes frown at him. “Are you nuts? There’s no way we’re going to be able to finish that.”

Minho interlocks his fingers and rests his chin on them with his elbows perched on the surface of the table. “You underestimate me.”

An eyeroll finds you, snorting in exasperation before leaning back in your seat.

“I’m sorry for being busy recently. Pre-debut’s pretty tough.”

“I love how it took you three years before you understood that.”

You roll your eyes again.

“Anyway, how’s work? How are your members?”

“Ah- I bring you out for a nice meal and you repay me by asking me about how much money I earn? Eish-”

“Wha-” Hurling a pack of that alcohol wipes across the table, he snickered when it hits him and lands on the floor. “You’re really full of shit.”

Minho grins that gummy smile of his, pulling off his cap and ruffling his hair after picking up the pack of alcohol wipes. “Work’s fine. Mr Park Jin Young, however, suggested we do a 2PM cover during the SBS Gayo Daejeon festival at the end of the year.”

“2PM? Aren’t their concepts kinda... mature?” The utensils on the table garner your attention as Minho scans the message that popped up on his phone.

“Yeah, so guess what song we’re covering?”

You look up at the hint of pride in his voice, and his cheeks were cupped in his own hands, cutely staring at you.

A disgusted sneer finds your face and you pull one of his arms out from under him to stop the horrid sight. "Let me guess... Again and Again?"

"Wow, you're really good-"

"Aw, thanks-"

"At guessing the wrong answers.”

He flinches when you almost lunge forwards, fork in your grip.

"Why do I put up with you?"

"Because you love me too much to stop," His eyes are filled with playfulness, the kinds that you'd be able to recognise just by looking at his gaze.

"Ew," You don't take into consideration his choice of vocabulary, sitting back down in your seat when the bottle of wine comes. "Don't get too ahead of yourself."

Minho bites on his bottom lip to control the giggle that’s about to explode from his mouth, nodding subtly at the waiter so that he could get the bottle of wine open.

“Anyway, he suggested My House.”

Minho watched intently as your eyes double their original size, with the gentle gurgle of the wine being poured into the two glasses being the closest source of noise. He knows you’re about to burst out into some manic laughter, so he already has his lips tutted and and eyeroll ready to give himself a headache.

“My House?” You can feel your brows going so far up your forehead, it feels like you’re stretching the skin. “Park Jin Young wants a bunch of kids dancing to that song that’s about bringing a girl home and smashing? Ha!”

“Do you have nothing nice to say?”

“Says the one who just dissed me for giving wrong answers,” The waiter closes the wine bottle and places it into the ice bucket on the tray next to the table. Minho thanks the waiter, shaking his head as you take the glass and swirl the alcohol.

“I’ll let you win this one round,” He takes a sip from the wine. “So, I heard about the finalised line-up about your group.”

“Oh, that was a blast,” You offer a hearty laugh, memory unable to wipe away the visual of So Eun being crowned the ‘Centre’ of the group. Everyone had expected Gahyun, the Visual, to be the centre, and frankly, she hated it. So, it was all glitter and fireworks when it was announced Ga Eun be the center, essentially making her vice-Visual. You push your phone across the table, an unofficial and unpublished version of the BigHit website rolled up on the screen.

“Wang Ju Rin, Leader, Lead Vocalist, Sub-Rapper. l/n y/n, Main Dancer, Lead-Rapper, Sub-Vocalist. Choi Ga Hyun, Lead Vocalist, Lead Rapper, Lead Dancer, Visual,” He pauses. “Ga Hyun sounds like a Han Jisung.”

“I see he’s your favourite member today.”

Glaring at you, he takes his time to return to the screen. “Kang So Eun, Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, Sub-Vocalist, Center. Gwang Min Jung, Main Vocalist, Lead Rapper, maknae,” He slides the phone back to you. “Remind me how old the rest are again, besides you and Ju Rin?”

“Gahyun and So Eun are 2001 liners but Min Jung is a 2003 liner.”

“Lovely age gap,” He shakes his head. “Then again IN debuted when he was 16 so I guess...”

“Funny how I was 16 when I was scouted,” You place the fork down, suddenly pulling the atmosphere down with you.

“You talk about this as if you can erase that signature on that contract.”

“No, don’t get me wrong, I know I don’t regret it. I just-” A pause to collect your thoughts. “What else would I be doing other than this, you know? University? Working in some shoddy cafe?”

“What are you- writing a narrative for yourself now?”

“Jesus Christ, will you shut up for once in your life and let me finish my piece-”

[D E C E M B E R 2 0 2 0]

The manager for Stray Kids was busy sheltering you and a few other guests that the members themselves had chosen to be invited to the Gayo Daejeon Festival before the year ended.

TXT was already in the building rehearsing and your trainee-members would be coming later nearer to their performance.

Rain peltering against the black umbrella, the staff struggles to keep you and the other guests out of sight, though you've already been warned by the person who invited you to come in sunglasses and a mask. (Not that it was legal to walk around without one now anyway).

You've met the members’ siblings before, so the situation inside the vehicles were more than comfortable. The staff at SBS hands all of you visitor passes, with your name and the name of the person who invited you printed on the tag. The manager brings the group of you into the studio where the stage was set up, just in time to watch Stray Kids perform a practice round - this time, a cover of 2pm's My House.

"Wah!" Seungmin's sister exclaims and covers her mouth (as if her mask wasn't already doing the job), her free hand landing on your shoulder. "What is Lee Know even wearing?"

It hasn't even caught your attention, because you were so preoccupied with their voice checks. But you heed her advice and search for Minho on stage, eyes falling on someone back-facing you with a half-assed view of his back covered with a miserable layer of net.

"Someone’s stylist felt cheeky today," Laughing under your breath, Seungmin's sister gently nudges you as a response. Minho was fixing his earpiece when his eyes start wandering, and even in the bad lighting off the stage, he could still spot you.

He's waving like he hasn't seen you in months, though you just met him a few weeks ago when his CEO had given them an advanced Christmas weekend vacation.

“Okay, take a fifteen minute break! Can I get I*ZONE, THE BOYZ, Jessi to get ready?”

The members bow and thank the camera men and the director of the event, most of them waving to their guests standing around you. Minho looks to you and waves subtly, sweat sticking his brown hair to his forehead as his breathing calms.

Right now, Minho was doing nothing besides making snot-faces at the camera with that stupid inner-netting piece he’s got that exposes his back.

Sickening, but he knows it works in his favour.

“Everyone in places! We’re filming your fancams for this one too but keep your eyes on the main cameras!”

The members yell out scattered “yes”es and return to their positions, fingers fixing their fits and microphones. The music starts, and you decide you’ll probably never ever get sick of how the whole group is able to snap into professionalism. But of course, your eyes still naturally gravitate to Minho.

He told you over test that he had been given the chorus -- something that his CEO has never really considered. (Minho wasn’t a great vocal; he was more commendable in his dance techniques but he’ll never improve if he’s never given the chance, right?)

You suck your lips between your teeth when you notice his anxiety gets the better of him, and he messes up in the chorus choreography just as he sings “10분 뒤에 저 앞에서.”

He’s definitely going to get annoyed over this mistake later.

Changbin's sister cannot contain the scream that emits out from her when you are let into the Stray Kids’ dressing room. Jeongin rushes to his little brother, hoping to pull him into a headlock. One of the stylists was busy helping Minho remove his blazer belt when he notices you standing behind him in the mirror.

But before he can greet you, Seungmin rushes to your side along with his sister, who drags you away to look at some special edition Stray Kids merchandise sitting in the corner of the room. You shoot Minho a slightly apologetic look, allowing Seungmin's sister to pull you across the room to study the albums and photocards you would probably receive by the end of the year anyway.

Seungmin's sister gushes about the design of the albums, Christmas themed and all with a rather recent and unseen group photoshoot of the group. So it doesn't take long before she's completely occupied in staring at Chan's picture in the album, and Jisung takes the opportunity to strike up a conversation with you.

“Hey! I finally got to meet you properly, I’m sorry I couldn’t greet you well back when you visited with Yeonjun hyung.”

“Oh, no,” You place the album back to the table and turn to Jisung. “It’s fine. I hope the fruit basket was good.”

“It was great, actually. Chan made a fruit salad out of it,” Jisung shoves his hands into his pockets. Your eyes can’t help but glance around the room, and you catch Minho’s eyes flitting away from you and Jisung in the reflection of the mirror he’s staring at.

“So, how are the shots? Pretty cool, huh?”

Your eyes follow his hands that reach for the albums that are still sitting comfortably on the surface. “Yeah, of course. Was it shot in a pre-made studio or was the lounge already set up like that? Colors are pretty.”

“It was a lounge, actually. Downtown in Gimpo. They had a cafe nearby too, and the food’s great. I was wondering if you’d like to-”

"Yah," Throwing his arm around Jisung’s shoulders, Minho was now changed out into a loose, black tank top. Your eyes gravitate down to where his skin is usually covered, but Jisung's sly smirk at you forces you to roll your eyes away instead.

"Oh, yes, Lino hyung?" Jisung has the widest grin on his face as he happily pulls Minho into a hug, even resting his head on Minho's shoulder. It's a strange sight, seeing Jisung suck his lips between his teeth. Better yet, Minho had the most confused look on his face just seconds before he shoved Jisung off him.

“You’re an absolute disgrace,” Minho shakes his head and winces in disgust. “There are better ways to ask someone out, and the first step is to ask the right person out.”

#lee know #lee know scenarios #skz lee know scenarios #stray kids #stray kids lee know #skz lee know #skz lee minho #stray kids lee minho

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clarkeysbog · 4 years

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Protective!Losers Club x Original Female Character

Chapter 4 - Suck The Wound

"I think it's great that we're helping the new kid, but we also need to think about our own safety." Eddie started, making Brandi roll her eyes and think 'here we go again', "I mean, he's bleeding all over and you guys know that there's an AIDS epidemic happening right now as we speak, right? My mom's friend in New York City got it by touching a dirty pole on the subway. And a drop of AIDS blood got into his system through a hangnail. A hangnail! And you can amputate legs and arms, but how do you amputate- how do you amputate a waist?"

As they stopped in an alleyway, to sit Ben down, Eddie said, "You guys do know that alleys are known for dirty needles that have AIDS, right? You guys do know that?"

"Ri-Richie wait here." Bill said, Brandi taking Stan's hand and Eddie following Bill, Stan and Brandi.

As the four kids ran off, Richie turned to Ben and said, "Glad I got to meet you before you died."

Eddie collected some supplies to fix up Ben's cut, but little did they know that Beverly Marsh was there as well, she was getting some tampons two aisles away from them, it was her time of the month.

"Can we afford all that?" Bill asked Stan, the two counting the money they have.

"It's all we got.." Stan frowned, the small girl noticed this.

"You can have my piggy bank money that I have in my purse, I dip into it for emergency ice cream or candy. But this is an actual emergency..." Brandi explained, handing them her $2.50.

"Brandi...this still won't cover it, but thank you for offering.." Eddie said smiling down at the young girl.

"It's my pleasure." Brandi nodded.

"Wait, you have an account here don't you?" Bill asked Eddie.

"If my mom finds out I bought all this stuff for myself..." Eddie started, shaking his head, "I'm spending the whole rest of the weekend in the emergency room getting X-rayed."

Beverly stood at the end of the aisle the three boys and the younger girl were in, swiftly hiding the tampons behind her back.

"Y-you okay?" Bill asked the girl.

"I'm fine. What's wrong with you?" Bev asked the boys.

"None of your business." Stan quickly shut down.

"There's a kid outside, looked like someone killed him." Eddie explained swiftly, trying not to make eye contact with the girl.

"We need some s-s-s-s-supplies but we don't have enough money..." Bill said softly.

And soon enough Beverly was awkwardly flirting with Mr. Keene.

(A/N Finna skip this, it's awkward and disgusting as fuck)

When the four kids arrived back to Ben and Richie, Eddie was fixing up Ben, and if it weren't for Richie distracting him, it would've been done by now.

"Suck the wound." Richie instructed.

"I need to focus right now." Eddie exclaimed.

"You need to focus?" Richie asked, confused.

"Yeah, can you go get me something?" Eddie asked him.

"Jesus, what do you need?" Richie exclaimed.

"Go get my bifocals." Eddie instructed, "I hid 'em in my second fanny pack!"

"Why do you have two fanny packs?" Stan asked Eddie.

"I need to focus right now and it's a long story. I don't wanna get into it." Eddie stated, shutting down the topic quickly.

Bill walked away from the group, Brandi following behind him and at the sight of Bev she ran up to the older girl, hugging her.

Bill took out the $20 bill out of his pocket and said, "U-um thanks."

Bev took out a packet of cigarettes out of hers and said, "Even-steven."

Bev turned to the alley and recognised the kid that, as Eddie described 'looked like someone killed him'.

"Ben from soc?"

"You have to suck the wound before you apply the Band-Aids." Richie stated, even though that's not true at all, "This is 101."

"You don't know what you're talking about." Eddie stated, which was true.

Bev walked over to the group and said, "Are you okay, that looks like it hurt."

"No, no I'm okay, I just fell." Ben said, flustered by the fact that such a beauty was standing in front of him (A/N Me too, Ben, me too).

"Sh-sh-shut it R-Ri-RIchie." Bill glared, Brandi playfully glaring at Richie even though she had no clue what they were talking about.

"Why it's the truth." Richie stated.

"You sure they got the....right stuff to fix you up?" Bev smiled, which made Ben even more flustered.

"Y-you know, w-w-we'll take care of him." Bill smiled, "Thanks again, Beverly."

"Sure, maybe I'll see you around." Beverly smiled.

"Yeah, we were thinking about g-g-g-going to the quarry tomorrow if you wanna come." Bill offered.

"Good to know. Thanks." Bev smiled, waving at the group, and Brandi ran towards her hugging her to say 'goodbye'.

When Bev was out of earshot, Stan said, "Nice going bringing up Bowers front of her!"

"Yeah, dude, you heard what she did." Eddie scolded.

"What'd she do?" Brandi asked confused.

"More like who'd she do. From what I hear the list is longer than my wang." Richie laughed, making the six-year-old scrunch her nose up in disgust.

"That's not saying much." Stan taunted the trashmouth.

"They're j-j-just rumours.." Bill stuttered.

"Anyway, Bill had her back in third grade. They kissed in the school play, the reviews said you can't fake that sort of passion." Richie started, then did a horrible impression of a British accent, "Now, pip-pip and tally-ho my good fellows, I do believe this chap requires our utmost attention. Get in there Doctor K. c'mon fix him up."

"Why don't you just shut up, Einstein, because I know what I'm doing and I don't want you doing the British guy with me right now." Eddie stated, scolding the glasses wearing trashmouth.

"Suck the wound, get in there." Richie said in awful raspy, British accent.

#it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #original female character #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #stan uris #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #pennywise #fanfic

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queen-of-my-goofball-army · 4 years

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New OC time!!

Meet Arashi Mitsuha. His quirk is that he can control the weather around him, he can summon thunder and lightning, turnados, tsunami’s basically any type of weather he’s your guy.

Appearance: He has Howl’s hair from Howl’s Moving Castle when it goes black and stormy blue eyes that Denki is constantly getting lost in. He also has double earrings two studs in his ears one of them Denki buys for him it’s a pair of thunderbolts.

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school? Arashi loves science!! He absolutely loves to learn about how weather patterns work funnily enough since that is his quirk. It’s one his main special interests and he loves to learn about how the weather works.

B: Do they have any allergies? He isn’t allergic to anything actually but he isn’t the best at dealing with other people and tries his best to get through the day.

C: Can they swim well? Shi loves to swim!! It’s one of his favorite things to do, he’s actually really great at it.

D: How do they react to being flirted with? He is not good when it comes to being flirted with (which ends up very bad for him when he meets Denki because let’s be honest here there isn’t a more flirty boi in class 1-A). He blushes just about every time Denki so much as winks at him let alone if he actually flirts with him he’ll be praying for a quick and painless death.

E: How are they with children? He has a younger sister that he loves more than anything at all and she is the light of his world. At least before Kaminari comes into his world with memes and jokes and a flirty wink.

F: What’s one thing they’re really bad at? He is really bad with names, he can’t remember names to save his life so most of the time he’ll wind up repeating their names until he becomes more comfortable around them to remember their names.

G: How do they flirt? When Arashi does flirt it’s usually in the honest way, he’ll tell Denki that loves the look in his eyes when he’s really passionate about something (it never fails to make Kaminari’s day though when he does flirt.)

H: What is their deadly sin? His deadly sin is probably gluttony, he has a second stomach for sweets and desserts and Denki loves to tease him about it (Isn’t that your second helping of strawberry cake? Shuddup this is rewelly good he says with his mouthful.)

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves? On a scale of one to ten he loves himself at a solid seven. He’s a little bit lonely but he knows that he is happy with the way that his life is. Or at least he thought that he was until our favorite electric boy came into his life.

J: What’s their sense of humour like? His sense of humor is something that Denki loves, it’s a lot of word humor and verbal jokes. He loves to laugh at pretty much everything that his boyfriend does and sometimes it has resulted in him being stunned stupid more often than not.

K: How do you know when you’ve upset them? He will probably yell at you which is rare but he has the temper of a thousand thunderbolts. He gets easily peeved when you insult one of his friends or his boyfriend for that matter.

L: What is their favourite board game? He loves puzzles if those count as board games and frames his favorite ones in his dorm room after glueing all the pieces together.

M: What is their favourite dessert? He is obsessed with cheesecake of all kinds though his favorite is lemon with blueberry syrup on top.

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast? His go to breakfast is usually just a piece of fruit since he isn’t very hungry in the morning.

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out? For Denki to leave him for another person (he hates watching him flirt with other people it makes him want to puke and it’s a long standing argument between the two of them at first. It takes Kaminari a little while to learn to rain it in and save the flirting for his boyfriend.)

P: How do they handle money? He is very professional when it comes to money (until he sees a cute weather themed thing, stuffed animal or astronomy thing for his dorm room)

Q: Are they patient? I think that when your boyfriend is Denki Kaminari you are going to need to be a very patient person to put up with all the jokes and memes.

R: What are their hands like? His hands have little scraps and calluses on them from using his quirk too much growing up

S: How stealthy are they? He tries to be stealthy but in reality he sucks at it. He also can’t keep a secret to save his entire life

T: Where are they ticklish? He is ticklish literally everywhere and Denki loves to get into tickle fights with him

U: What’s their voice like? He has a naturally soft voice until you get him passionate about something “Hey Amasawa, what’s the weather like today? Well if you really want to know it’s sunny with a chance of clouds but it shouldn’t turn into anything too bad and you just wanted to hear me ramble again didn’t you Kaminari? What can I say it’s cute!!” (This is before they started dating he would mutter into his pillow about how he called him cute for the rest of the day.

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them? The easiest way to annoy him is to sneak into their room and use their computer without asking, his sister does it all the time.

W: Can they dance? He can dance actually and it’s something that he loves doing!! He’s always loved the feeling that he gets with a pair of tap shoes on.

X: What’s their most petty little secret? His most petty little secret is that he has a collection of Kaminari’s hoodies because they smell like him and during the longer nights when he can’t sleep and his boyfriend can’t be there he’ll pull one of them on and just breathe in deep.

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to? The one question that he has always wanted the answer to is why his dad left him when he told him about his sexuality. He had always known that he was gay from a young age but didn’t truly start to crush until his first boyfriend before Kaminari who didn’t treat him right and made him really self conscious of his hobbies.

Z: How do they sleep? Arashi has a hard time sleeping if he isn’t wrapped up protectively in Kaminari’s arms with his own personal heater. Without him he’s really cold and he can’t get a full night's rest if he isn’t warm enough. Eventually Denki buys him a weighted blanket with clouds on it and it makes the nights where he isn’t there a lot easier.

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? He has a bunch of weather related stuffed animals (A puffy big white cloud that he also uses as a pillow, a shooting star with a rainbow, a shining sun and a snowflake that he loves.)

2. Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child? He has a cat named thunder and a dog named lighting back at home and thunder comes with him to the dorms since Vlad let’s him come.

3. Ask them to describe their love interest. Shi would describe Denki as his beam of sunlight constantly shining down on him. He’s the optimist that he never knew that he needed until he literally came crashing into his life. He loves his bright and sunny personality. It doesn’t mean that he can’t fall or that he doesn’t have anxiety and he’s had to learn how to make studying more interesting so that he can pass his classes. They bonded over a shared love of music together and he learned that he doesn’t have to be shy with the things that he loves. He would also describe Kaminari as underrated. He’s not just a flirt or a perv but a person with a really big heart who would do anything for the person that he loves. Most of the time he lovingly describes Denki as a golden retriever puppy much like lightning that he misses back at home.

4. Do they look good in red? He actually loves the color red, his favorite sneakers are that color and he has to wear red reading glasses (he has to wear them anyways but he wears contacts most of the time. Denki always loves when he wears his glasses because he thinks that they look adorable on him and that he should wear them more often.)

5. Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! It would be a late night one where Denki had a really bad day in class when Jiro had accidentally gone too far with a joke telling him that he was so lame that Ari would eventually learn that he was way above his pay grade date wise and that he deserved better. Ari would put his arms around him and be the big spoon for once because he knew it was exactly what his boyfriend needed. He would tell him how much he loved him for the first time that night, that he was the light of his life and that he wouldn’t be nearly as happy without him in his life.

6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is? Arashi would always take advice from his mother and his younger sister (who while she might be six is wiser than most would expect her to be. Her quirk is that she has the ability to give the perfect puppy dog eyes that her brother is weak towards, she’s actually quirkless but she jokes that it’s her special quirk that nobody has ever heard of before.) His mom gives the best advice in the entire world and she always knows just what to say to make him feel a lot better. He would never take advice from his homophobic father who left when he came out to him when he was 10.

7. Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themselves in three words. I would describe Arashi as relentlessly kind, quirky and just an all around incredible boyfriend. He would describe himself as an overly romantic nerd, somebody who can tell you the type of weather to expect everyday by smelling the sky but who still watches the weather and somebody who loves to laugh.

8. Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them? He absolutely loves puzzles!! To him the perfect day is cuddling with Denki, watching movies or playing video games, working on a puzzle and sharing earbuds with his boyfriend.

9. Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)? Ari has a special attachment to his shooting star stuffed animal because it was something that his grandma gave to him when he left for the dorms and he loves it more than anything.

10. What age do they most want to be right now? He wants to stay the age that he is in the prime and happiness of his youth, spending time finally enjoying his teenage years with his starlight.

11. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save? Spend it on a new and bigger television so that him and Denki can snuggle in front of a bigger screen.

12. Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)? He is the first to admit that he loves Fruits Basket like a lot. It's his favorite manga that he collected all of the collectors volumes and the one good thing to come out of his last relationship that ended with a lot of emotional abuse ironically. He had wanted a boy like Kakeru when he had read the manga and little did he know that his ball of chaos and energy was out there waiting for him.

13. Name one thing their parents taught them. His mom taught him about the idea of soulmates which she eventually found in his stepdad whom he adores. His stepdad taught him that it was okay to be who you are and that having passions is okay as well.

14. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? He could watch the same weather report over and over until he’s tired of it. He loves learning about the weather and the way that the stars work and the way that everything comes into place in the universe.

15. What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work? Arashi has a problem with turning his brain off so that he can relax. Denki loves to calm him down with warm cuddles and a soft voice to get him relaxed. Also making him laugh is a surefire way to get him all chilled out and putty in his hands.

16. If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear? He would probably wear the same thing that he always does, he has a soft spot for jeggings and quirky shirts but Denki made him this leather jacket that says I’m your weatherman that he loves. It’s black and has a cartoon sun with a raincloud, a rainbow to celebrate his pride as gay and a snowflake to show that he’s different

17. Do they like children? He loves children!! He always is willing to babysit his baby sister whenever his mom needs him to so that she can go out for date night with his stepdad.

18. Kissing: tongue or no tongue? He actually has learned to love all types of kissing!! Before Denki he hated kissing his ex-boyfriend because it just never felt right. When Denki first kissed him he could feel literal zings of electricity that he at first thought was because of his quirk but after talking with Mitsuki he learned that everyone just felt that way when they were with a person that they loved.

19. Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews? She always has this need to study for tests even though everyone around her encourages that she’ll ace it with flying colors because she is just naturally highly intelligent.

20. What do they like that nobody else does? Nobody listens to the weather report, at least not unless they have anything else to do that day like a trip to an amusement park or a date day and the forecast has been all over the place all week.

21. What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw? Once they got over their anxieties and confessed their love to each other about six months into their relationship nothing can tear them apart.

22. Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to? Oh god these two are literally the pet name couple. Denki: Babe, baby, sweetheart (that’s Ari’s Favorite and he uses it all the time), sunshine which is Denki’s favorite, darling and sugar. Arashi: Starshine is his favorite but also uses hun, love, goofball in the loving way, he’ll call him his prince if he’s feeling like teasing him just a little bit.

23. Stability or novelty? Stability all the way.

24. Safety or possibility? Safety, he’s always been apprehensive of the unknown and it gives him lots of anxiety. With Denki around it gets a lot better and he’s a lot more open to the idea of possibility and going with the flow.

25. Talent or effort? Effort all the way. He has always been the one to try their hardest at everything that they did and even if it meant that he exhausted himself he still loved trying his best.

26. Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)? Forgiveness.

27. Would they date a fixer-upper? He would date a fixer upper!! His favorite movie growing up was Beauty And The Beast and that movie is perfect for showing that love is about what you see on the person inside rather than looking at their physical features.

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mystery-salad · 5 years

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WELL ... u said u have 38 kiddos and theres 26 letters in the alphabet soooo because i'm extra and love reading about them i think u should do one letter for 26 characters of ur choosing (as long as u choose tvelle for one of them) :-) Don't have to do all the questions for each letter, just whichever excites you most!!

Well…THIS is going under a cut for sure lol, that’s gonna be a long-ass post! I’ll try to include pictures of everyone I choose since I know y’all haven’t seen all my kiddos. Instead of answering one letter for 26 kids, I answered all 26 letters for one kid each! Same number of answers, but a little more variety~

TAOMESIN

A: Aptitude

1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

They’re naturally nimble and light on their feet, very manoeuvrable and can get to just about wherever they want to!

2. what activities have they participated in?

They used to love holiday activities so much~

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

They have worked hard to become a phenomenal sniper so that they can also attack from afar instead of only using close combat.

4. what things are they bad at?

Social interactions and caring

5. what is their most impressive talent?

Their ability to react fast in battle even if things have gone disastrously. They’re incredibly logical and level-headed.

RIEFT

B: Basics

1. what is their hair color?

Light, vibrant green!

2. what is their eye color?

It varies from gold to emerald, colorful flecks and streaks everywhere~

3. how tall are they?

5′8″

4. how old are they?

To current day, she’s 7 years old!

5. how much do they weigh?

Roughly 150 lb

MINT (on the left)

C: Comfort

1. how do they sit in a chair?

They like to curl up with their legs pulled close, nestled as far back as they can be!

2. in what position do they sleep?

Curled up tight, preferably with Azin’s arms around him while they hold onto him.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

A day where Azin is home all day from work so that the two can simply cuddle and be together while they relax~

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

They love ice cream, the cold numbing feeling inside their body is actually very nice and welcome to them on some level.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

Azin is the only one who can comfort them at all.

BODACC

D: Decoration

1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

It’d be a mess, scattered parts all over the place, mid-build machines sitting on every elevated surface! Lots of benches and tabls, a couple cleared off for guests but ultimately it’d look like a workshop.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

She’d never have a child, but if she were to decorate a child’s room she’d fill it with small animatronic toys and puzzles to ensure the child stays thoroughly entertained!

3. how do they decorate their own room?

It’s overcrowded with nicknacks and spare parts she accidentally carried to her room when tired. The bed is constantly messy and she curls up in a next of blankets and pillows in the center of her mattress.

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

Lots of tight clothing that can’t snag easily on tools or gears. She’s really fond of pink so a lot of her clothes are in pink tones. She tries to dress nicely to impress other asuras.

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

Nope! No makeup or beauty trends for her, it’d just get messed up from her work within the first hour anyways.

TVELLE

E: External Personality

1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

Absolutely! She’s eager and so enthusiastic and excited, she’s constantly bouncing around or hanging off of her friends talking about things excitedly.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

Not by asuran standards for sure! She holds no concept of superiority over others, doesn’t particularly care for traditional learning or sitting at a desk or in a workshop for any amount of time.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

Definitely does her own thing! Whatever makes her happy is good, and she doesn’t really care if it’s not on trend or fashionable.

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

She’s not at all, though the younger recruits she trains sometimes try to catch her up on the fads around Tyria. She good-naturedly pays attention when they all tell her something at least.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

She’s very outward in her personality, what you see is 100% what you get with her. It throws most people for a loop at first, a lot of people think she might tone down more if you get to know her better, but nope! She’s just genuinely that exuberant.

IMEKAARI

F: Fun

1. what do they do for fun?

All sorts of things! Go out to explore the town, meet new people, invite a friend to a new restaurant, learn a new hobby, relax at home with a good book, etc…he really enjoys getting the most out of life.

2. what is their ideal party?

Lots of new people to talk to, well lit and music’s quiet enough to hold casual conversation. Good food, good drinks, and of course a nice place for games or dancing if it comes up!

3. who would they have the most fun with?

He has the most fun with his three closest friends: Io, Lace, and Trahearne!

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?

Yup, he’s actually very on top of following rules himself, but he’s having a grand time!

5. do they go out a lot?

All the time! Whenever he has a break from work in a new location, he goes out at least a few times to explore. He also tries to get the others to go out more by inviting them places with him.

KVOLD

G: Gorgeous

1. what is their most attractive external feature?

He has gorgeous eyes, a deep blue brimming with excitement!

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

He loves playing around with others and goofing off~

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

You’ll always have someone excited to hang out with you anywhere you want to go!

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

He likes his hair a lot, he missed it dearly when it grew in as vines while he was stressed. Since it’s grown soft and leafy again he’s worn it differently every day!

He doesn’t like how he seems so naive to people, he knows he can handle himself really when it comes to anything except the Court.

5. what parts of others do they envy?

He envies that others had the chance to grow up normally.

CHERIE

H: Heat

1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

He likes it warm!

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

Prefers summer, but winter snowball fights and hot drinks are delightful~

3. do they like the snow?

Yes!!! He was so excited the first time he saw it.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

He loves beach parties or hiking!

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Snowball fights!!!

AQUN

I: In-the-closet

1. what is their sexuality?

She’s pan, but leans more towards girls

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

Nope, she was pretty confident from the start!

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

She did for a while wonder if she was a different gender, but after a year or two of exploring she settled back to female pronouns.

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

Her family supports her but really hopes she at least adopts a child to carry on the family name.

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

She never made a big announcement, and doesn’t care to. Those who would need to know already do.

TOJOLL

J: Joy

1. what makes them happy?

She loves the thrill of adventure, and a good beach party!

2. who makes them happy?

Her girlfriends do

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

She loves good bar songs about victories in battle

4. are they happy often?

Almost all the time, she’s doing very well!

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

Hanging out with her girlfriends

ILLIADDE

K: Kill

1. have they ever thought about suicide?

Yes, she’s thought of it several times but has about as much reason to kill herself as to not. Meaning none.

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

She’s committed homicide many times and will many more times, without so much as a thought one way or the other.

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

Lace

4. who would miss them if they died?

Strair

5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

So. Many. People.

EMBRANT

L: Lemons

1. what is their favorite fruit?

She loves plums and apricots a lot!

2. what is their least favorite fruit?

Kiwis and Pineapples, too tart for her taste.

3. are there any foods they hate?

She’s not a fan of figs or peanuts

4. do they have any food intolerances?

Nope! She’s not got any

5. what is their favorite food?

Cupcakes! Preferably funfetti

LAIGHE

M: Maternal

1. would they want a daughter or a son?

She has a daughter, but would be happy with either

2. how many children do they want?

One at a time is honestly enough

3. would they be a good parent?

She really would be, and she was, when she wasn’t so weighed down by her job. A lot has happened since then.

4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

She’d let them pick their own name, considering it’d probably be another sapling.

5. would they adopt?

That’s about all she’d do lol

AEZLIN

N: Never Have I Ever

1. what would they never do?

Say anything remotely self-conscious

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

Nothing at the moment, he’s got everything he currently wants in life. Though I’m sure that’ll change off and on as it does.

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Fight extraneously. Getting sweaty? Chance of injuries? Gross

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

By his standards? Nothing of course. He’s perfect.

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

“completed” his wyld hunt…in a way…

ENNRECK

O: Optimism

1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

Optimistic for sure

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?

Not particularly, he’s pretty laid back and chill.

3. are they good at giving advice?

Yup! He likes to help where he can, he just doesn’t run into many people very often.

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?

Nope, he lives a relatively solitary life, which he enjoys~ He goes to see people when he wants to socialise.

5. were they always optimistic?

Nope, he grew up pretty unhappy in traditional charr life as someone who was pretty non-confrontational.

REGNIETTE

P: Personality

1. what is their best personality trait?

They’re full of determination! If they set a goal, they’ll reach it.

2. what is their worst personality trait?

They’re far too stubborn for their own good

3. what of their personality do others love?

It’s never boring with them, they’re impulsive and always come back with an interesting story.

4. what of their personality do others envy?

They’re very good at loopholes

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

They hate when people are cowards or show no initiative.

ELAPHURUS

Q: Questions

1. do they ask for help?

Yup! They always ask for help when they need it.

2. do they ask questions in class?

If they were in class, they’d be that student with a question about almost every topic.

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

They would, but they’d look awkward during it.

4. do they ask weird questions?

So Many weird questions. They’re pretty new to the world.

5. are they curious?

They’re incredibly curious! About everything! Especially other sylvari.

STRAIR

R: Rules

1. do they follow rules?

Fuck no

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

They’d be a Terrible Parent

3. have they ever faced a consequence for breaking a rule?

Nope, they’re very good at fucking talking their way out of a situation!

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

Nope, they have zero regrets in their life. None at all.

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

Absolutely, some laws are just ridiculously constraining or restricting or specific. They’re not about that shit.

MATTHIAS

S: Streets

1. are they street-smart?

He’s very street-smart!

2. would they give money to someone on the streets?

No, he got the money himself, he’s not giving it to someone else.

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets?

Ooooooh so many times in his youth

4. has anything happened to them on the streets?

Considering he grew up among bandits, a Lot has happened to him. He’s still looking over his shoulder for some people from his past.

5. are they cautious when out?

If he’s out without his team, he’s on guard constantly.

NIXXTE

T: Truth

1. are they honest?

They’re as honest as their job requires, they write honest reports after missions.

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

Usually yes, they’re part of a spy organisation and can spot a lot of tells now.

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

Nope, they can lie blatantly and it’s pretty much impossible to tell. That’ll happen when half your face is missing and you sign to speak.

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

Nope! No lying remorse

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

Nope, they don’t talk about anything unnecessary to say unless among people they trust.

NIKLAE

U: Underdog

1. have they been bullied?

Yeah, one or two saplings who weren’t so nice would bully them sometimes. Thy were a skittish and twitchy target who can’t see what’s coming.

2. have they bullied anyone?

No, they don’t socialise much if thy can help it. Positive or negative.

3. have they been physically attacked by a bully?

Yuuup

4. have they ever been doubted?

No, they don’t regularly voice an opinion to others. They just pretty quickly rebuff most people.

5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

Over the years they’ve gotten used to being blind, and good at maneuvering around the world seamlessly.

THALE

V: Vomit

1. do they vomit often?

No, they’ve got a relatively strong stomach

2. do they get lots of stomach aches?

Sometimes they do. There are days where they don’t eat and those can hurt pretty bad.

3. are they good at comforting someone ill?

If they knew anyone they likely would be very attentive and accommodating when the person is ill.

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes?

A nice, warm and cozy corner to curl up in with a blanket~

5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

They burp and cough some. They don’t hiccup much!

TIRS

W: Water

1. do they drink enough water?

She does!

2. have they learned to swim?

She can swim very well, loves spending time in a nice lake when it’s hot out~

3. do they like to swim?

Yeah, it’s tons of fun, especially deep dives!

4. can they dive?

She isn’t particularly graceful, but she can dive competently enough

5. can they swim without holding their nose?

Yup, thanks to the breathing filters Tyria has!

CUE (right)

X: Xylophone

1. what is their favorite genre of music?

He enjoys just about everything to an extent, he’s not too picky. He really enjoys upbeat dancing music though.

2. do they have a favorite song?

No particular favorite, it changes day to day depending on what he’s feeling!

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?

If you walked up to him and asked him what band he’s listening to, as he’s listening to a song, he’s shrug and say he just enjoys the song.

4. can they sing well?

Nooooope, he’s mediocre at best.

5. can they rap?

Definitely Not.

ODOLLUMN

Y: You

1. how old were you when you created them?

I was 20 I think!

2. what inspired you to create them?

Frilly/Lacy Pastel Goth was the goal back then

3. were they different when they were first created?

Oh yeah she was so different, she was gentle and kind and beautiful and elegant. She’s still beautiful, but now she’s unsettling and emotionless and a bit menacing.

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

Not more than my other favorites, but Odollumn is definitely way up there for me!

5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

She’s a challenge to give motivation for since she’s so apathetic, but it’s a really interesting challenge to be honest.

ENVERT

Z: Zebra

1. what’s their favorite animal?

She loves fern hounds, they’re particularly hardy and survive a lot of physical stress.

2. do they like animals?

She loves animals! They’re so convenient.

3. cats or dogs?

Dogs are easier to trap and handle.

4. what’s their dream pet?

She’d love to one day get her hands on an electric wyvern.

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

She’s currently got several ‘pets’, yes!

#miragecounseling #writing: everyone #I am Not individually tagging them all lol

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parkaiur · 5 years

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18 !!

18. ship your mutuals with your top 5/6/7!

shit i got this one oh gosh uHHHH ok i dont have that many ygtb mutuals, so if i tag someone from skz tumblr, dont attacc

dont kill me for my top 7, i LOVE and SUPPORT all the trainees >:( obviously i chose the ones that also fit my moots the best as well team a+jihoon culture aye whip on ‘em

doyoung: omg so i think doyoung and @doyeongs would be such a cute couple?!? like not just cuz doyoung is j’s bias, but like doyoung is the definition of Sagittarius culture (according to J) and he’s really confident, bold, and makes decisions on the whim and what he thinks is best for himself and others! :D and i feel like j needs that small (or big) push from Doyoung who likes to go on fun adventures and he would get her out of her comfort zone but also, Doyoung knows how to tame it down and just be a chill kind of fun, which is what j is hehe also j likes [redacted] boys

hyunsuk: ok ok, so @seunghunies is a hella soft, innocent child who also knows when to spill the tea > : ),, so she’s a soft child with some spunk , aka, really good for hyunsuk sdjfhgjsdkfg hyunsuk sort of gives off bad boy vibes, but he’s really the softest, purest child! and vale is the softest, purest child! :D so basically what i can see happening is hyunsuk hitting on vale, and she’s like :0 but then like obviously she falls for him (who cant fall for hyunsuk duh) and when they’re together, she would be hella mischevious and he would be so smitten :’) also since hyunsuk’s emotions run high, i feel like vale would be really good at soothing him/calming him down

byounggon: i ship byounggon with the resident oldie, @ynbin aka, Gwen! :D i say this because first of all, their ages are pretty close lololol and also, Byounggon is quite a calm guy, but he knows how to joke around! Gwen is comes off as quite bubbly over text, but like she actually emo, which is the opposite of byounggon is where he looks kinda angsty, but is actually so adorable :( also that scene where keita is doing aegyo and then byounggon punches him? I can totally imagine that with gwen as keita jdhffjghsdfjgk

seunghun: so like, Em, be thankful im shipping u with one of my biases, this is a big compliment dsjhfdkjhsd so @hynsks and seunghun would be such a cute couple?? like ok, em pretends she doesnt like younger dudes, but whatever, not important LOL so Seunghun is that dude who looks super chic and cool, like a typical k-drama boy! which i think em would be attracted too cuz uhhh minho looks like that too LMAO ,,,, bUT plot twist, he’s actually an idiot, and em would also fall for his idiotness, so they would be so cute together where seunghun would try and act cute for em, but em is like.. bro… stop it we r in public, but when they alone, she actually loves it ehehhe

yedam: so like,,, idk why but i can vividly picture @buseokham (min) and yedam just being together… lemme explain. so, min comes off as a very soft, nice child, same as yedam where he is studious, always helping others, just a soft kid. well we were wrong, partially, there’s more to them that meets the eye >:0 min,,, she’s like calm in a sense, but like also she keyboard smashes and sometimes screams which confuses me,,, but like relatable ig,, and then she slanders my age and bias changing self… /sigh/ anywho, i feel like her and yedam would be That couple that everyone thinks is so studious and sweet and wholesome, but really they sneaking into abandoned houses and setting off fireworks in parks or some shit

jihoon: /deep breath/ so jihoon is my bias, like the big bias, so Courtney, you should be so proud right now /inhales/ anyways, I’ve known @forhyunsuk for a long time now, like for a year and i can honestly say Courtney is one of the nicest and kindest people i know ;-; like such a pure child who is nice to everyone and so good with her words despite being so young its fangirling over courtney hours, throwback to when i joined skz tumblr and died everytime she reblogged one of my posts ahaha that throwback is really the last time she reblogged smthing of me :’) anyways, courtney is a kind/pure child like i said, so like jihoon would take interest in that and try to make her a crackhead like him… little does he know… she already is one /gasps/ you two would wreck havoc on the world, but also be the calm mature couple that ppl think you guys couldnt be mhhmhmh jihoon would get so soft for you wowowowo :’))

junkyu: OK LMAO @changbeanie (i know ur a skz blog but like u like ygtb bb) SO, i’ve mentioned this before but I’m quite similar to junkyu where we are living memes, have no poker face, awkward, social, lacks confidence and oozes it all at the same time. THAT BEING SAID, me and ruby get along really well :’) junkyu would make her become a crackhead and shes like … dude… u funny. but ruby oozes angst and grundge so like she never becomes a full crackhead, but that’s fine hehe ,,, junkyu would bother her all the time and totally sass her, but little does he know, ruby is sasSY >:-0 junkyu would automatically be enticed by someone who can hold their own, and then he would totally pretend he didnt fall for ruby, but like um, how can u not ? :/

#replies #ships #LMAO THIS IS SO LONG SRY #ask game

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goodproofingwater · 5 years

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Wildfire Records - Chapter Eleven

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“He did what?!” Juliet almost spat out her cappuccino as Victoria gave her the low down.

It had been too long since the girls had a proper catch-up, and she was half glad that Andy had fucked up her morning so they had an excuse to get out.

“Yeah..” Victoria sipped her macchiato, placing it carefully down on the saucer before she glanced at her phone, rolling her eyes as she saw the fourth message that came through from Andy. For someone that had cared so little that he slept with someone 20 feet from her, he was sure chasing her a lot.

Andy [TD]: Come on babe, forgive me?

Andy [TD]: It was just one time, it meant nothing!

Andy [TD]: Was just trying to get us on the radio and it worked!

Andy [TD]: U can’t just run off, i’m gonna be here waiting for u and we’re gonna sort this out.

“Is that him?” Juliet asked, sitting up straighter as Victoria showed her the screen and the brunette rolled her eyes so hard they could have fallen out of her head. “Jesus, how can someone be such a fuck boy?”

“I know..” Victoria sighed, “I can’t believe that I didn’t see this before. Why did I even start sleeping with him?”

“Because he’s cocky, has a six pack and caught you when you were on drugs.” Juliet chuckled a little at the words and Victoria nodded, impressed at how well her friend had hit the nail on the head, “Also I think you were probably a little vulnerable. You just walked out of your job and moved out of your house, and you were in limbo with Josh..”

Juliet spoke before she sipped her coffee with raised eyebrows, wondering if the red head was ready to admit what her and Danny already knew.

The comment caught the younger girl off guard and she shook her head, “What do you mean?”

Juliet rolled her eyes once more, but this time it was different, a playful remark as she glanced down at Victoria's phone which again went off. This time the girl didn’t frown, but a small smile washed over her features and she immediately picked up the device, tapping away.

“I mean you had no idea if Josh wanted you so you were feeling vulnerable. Obviously you know how you feel about him now right?” Juliet spoke, and Victoria rested the top of her phone against her lips as she held it with two hands, contemplating the question and wondering if she should say it out loud.

Of course, she had an inkling of how she felt, but she had been heartbroken so recently, and was so scared of getting hurt again that she couldn’t let the feelings through. Still, when he had texted her to say good morning she had felt the same butterflies she felt when he kissed her forehead the previous evening. The same butterflies she felt when he had held her from behind in the kitchen and she had wished his lips had met her own.

“I don’t..” Victoria took a deep breath and shook her head, sipping her coffee before she started again, “I can’t think about anything like that right now…”

Juliet nodded, not wanting to push, but Danny and herself had been watching from the sidelines the whole time and were so close to just locking them both in the same room until they got together.

“You and Danny are pretty solid now though, right?” Victoria spoke, grinning as her friend almost visibly blushed at the mention of the brunettes name. “God, you guys are so cute it makes me sick..” She grinned and Juliet nudged the younger girls leg with her foot beneath the table.

“Oh shut up..” She grinned, “But yeah we’re pretty solid. He introduced me to his mum on facetime the other night.” Juliet was smiling so wide that it looked like it must hurt, and Victoria couldn’t help but mirror it. She was so happy that this wonderful woman in front of her had met her soulmate.

“How was that?” Victoria spoke, sitting back and allowing Juliet to talk about how well it went, the conversations that they had and the plans that they already had for Danny’s mum to meet her. They had solid plans for Juliet to go back with the boys at the end of their one year trip here and stay with them for a few weeks, and Victoria hoped more than anything that she could join the trip if only to visit California.

“Well, I’m happy for you..” The redhead grinned, glancing at her phone and chuckling as she saw that Josh had sent her a video selfie of him rolling his eyes.

J: Andy won’t shut the fuck up about this radio bullshit and how you almost kicked him in the face this morn

J: well done lmao you should have :P x

“We’d all be happy for you too y’no… Whenever you’re both ready to stop being so dumb…” Juliet grinned over her coffee, and Victoria shook her head with a laugh.

Josh had been sitting in the living room attempting to ignore the ramblings of his friend. Both Danny and himself were frustrated with his take on what had happened the previous evening, and while Danny was trying to remain as impartial as possible and was humoring Andy’s concerns, Josh was finding it difficult to contain his anger.

Texting Victoria was helping, her fast responses keeping him from hearing some of the worst responses to Danny mentioning the fact that he shouldn’t have slept with anyone else in the first place, but when Andy laughed at the fact that Victoria had slapped him, it was enough to rile Josh into standing and walking to the kitchen.

“You think it’s funny?” Josh placed both hands on the opposite side of the breakfast bar to Andy, eyes narrowing and brow furrowing in anger, Danny looking nervously between the two men in front of him.

“I think it’s funny that she got so upset when we were never exclusive, yeah..” Andy let out another laugh from his lips, and Josh took a small step back, running his thumb along his bottom lip as he looked at Andy with pure anger.

“I think you better get out of here before I fucking kill you.” Josh spoke, and Danny rounded the counter to stand closer to his friend, ready to push him back should something break out.

“You’re gonna kill me because I got us a spot on a radio show?” Andy chuckled, squaring his shoulders, elevating his jaw with a cocky smirk that made Josh even more angry.

“Fuck you, you piece of shit,” Josh spat, “If you really think that what you did is justified just because she has a radio show you’re more deluded than I thought.”

Josh moved forward and Danny grabbed his arm, shaking his head, “Come on. Roof. Now.”

The blonde looked at Danny, wanting to deny him and launch himself over the counter but knowing that his friend was right. Both of them were well versed in Andy’s arrogance, well experienced in what to do to ensure that it didn’t end up in a massive bust up, and leaving him to himself was the best way to deal with it. Josh would have had more of an issue leaving an argument where he knew he was right if ignoring Andy didn’t have as much of an effect as it did. If there was anything that Andy hated more than anything it was being ignored.

Pulling out a packet of cigarettes, Josh lit one and took a long drag as he shook his head, Danny watching him with careful eyes in case he decided to go back downstairs.

“How can he be so fucking stupid?” Josh almost spat, flicking the dead ash off the end of his cigarette before he took another drag, “So fucking heartless - did you see how fucking upset she was?”

Danny shook his head and sipped the coffee he had bought up with him, “I did - I don’t know either man. You know what Andy’s like, he always finds a way to justify his bullshit.” He let out a sigh and Josh shook his head, completely unsatisfied with the answer from his best friend.

He stood, his entire face contorted with anger as he willed himself not to go down there and burn his cigarette out on Andy's face just so he felt something other than the numbness that came with a cocaine high. Because how else could he be like this? He had always been arrogant and cocky, but he had never been so hurtful. Perhaps he didn’t understand what it felt like to be so betrayed by someone, and he hadn’t seen just how hurt V had been when she had been up here crying in his arms.

“She was fucking distraught up here, Dan..” Josh spoke, taking a quick drag before he continued, pacing as he spoke, “Literally crying her eyes out because he wasn’t even decent enough to tell her he was gonna fuck someone else - and he thinks it’s fucking funny?” Josh took another long drag before he threw the butt on the floor and stumped it out, deliberately avoiding the ashtrays on the table that Andy insisted they use.

“Josh.. I know that he’s an asshole, but you have to just leave him to it. This is exactly like the time we tried to get Drew to join as the bassist, remember?”

It had been the plan for a long time that they would get their mutual friend to play bass in The Dangers, they had auditioned him and everyone was in agreement but then the trio played what was supposed to be their last show as just the three of them and Andy had changed his mind. He had kicked off so much at Drew that the guy had barely spoken to Josh and Danny for weeks, and it was only when the bassist had said that he didn’t think he could be a band with the redhead anyway that the two had given up. The similarity was that Andy had justified his actions with an argument where he genuinely believed three pieces were more successful, that it would be easier to have him play bass and they would have to carry less equipment to shows because they wouldn’t have the additional guitar. It had never been an option that Andy would only sing.

“Yeah, it’s like that except if he said yeah, Drew had come over here with us and then he’d kicked him out of the band and the house.” Josh sighed and sat down, wishing that their friend was easier to deal with, that he wasn’t such a prick.

“Leave him to stew by himself for a while. He’ll apologise to Vic, you know he will. He’s an asshole but he’s not completely oblivious.” Josh flinched at the words and tried to keep his concerns from showing on his face, but he knew he was not the best at that.

In an incredibly selfish way, he had been hoping that Andy and Victoria would just never talk again. What if Andy apologised and she took him back? She had been so angry and upset that he seriously doubted it even being an option in her mind, but she deserved so much better.

“He’s a fucking prick.” Josh spoke, lighting up another cigarette and watching as an amused smile filtered over his friends face. “What? Do you want one?” The blonde held out the packet with one hand.

“No..” Danny chuckled, shaking his head and sipping his coffee, “I’m just wondering if you realise that you’re way too close to this..”

Josh’s brow furrowed in confusion as he tapped the end of the cherry in the ashtray, and threw the cigarette packet on the table, waiting for his friend to continue.

“I mean.. You like her right?” Danny shrugged as if it was the most obvious and non-chalant comment ever, and Josh looked up at his friend under his lashes, trying to stifle the smile that came from his best friend being able to pick up on his feelings before he had vocalised them.

Josh thought about his answer before he gave it. He wanted to deny it, wanted to keep pretending that his feelings for V weren’t affecting everything he was doing but what was the point? Even if he was being strategic because she had just finished with his friend, this was Danny he was talking to. Danny quite often knew things about Josh before he did himself.

“Yeah…” Josh shrugged in return, taking another drag from his cigarette before looking up at his friend, “I mean, he’s still a prick though.”

“Oh yeah, he’s still a prick..” Danny nodded in agreement, “But you think he’s more of a prick because he cheated on the girl that you like.. So maybe just.. Maybe just remember that before you go around throwing punches.”

Josh chuckled at his friends words, shaking his head, his words quiet as he admitted out loud for the first time, “Trust me, it’s not something I can stop thinking about.”

He cleared his throat and took another drag before he continued, “How did you know?”

Danny let out a laugh that was louder than Josh had been expecting and he shook his head with a wide grin.

“You wrote a song called Red that had the lyrics ‘You’re not mine’ in them over and over…” Danny chuckled, sipping his coffee, “I know that I can usually pick up on how you’re feeling without you saying anything but dude.. You may as well be wearing a shirt that says ‘I HEART VICTORIA’ in massive red letters.”

Josh grinned at his friend, shaking his head, “I thought I was being subtle..”

“It was about as subtle as Justin Timberlake writing Cry Me A River about Britney Spears and then putting a lookalike in the video…” He grinned and Josh shook his head, letting out a deep chuckle.

“Do you think she knows?” Josh asked, looking up at his friend with a coy look in his eye, hoping that this conversation would never be spoken about again. He felt like he was in high school with all this ‘who likes who’ bullshit but while they were on the subject…

“I think she might have an idea, but she hasn’t said anything to Juliet about it. It was just as obvious to Juliet by the way..” Josh chuckled and bit his lip before he let out a deep sigh.

“Guess I better wait for a while to suggest any of the other stuff i’ve written over the last couple of weeks then..”

Danny grinned, “Nah dude, you gotta let it out in some way. We’re certainly not getting any lyrics from Pablo Escobar down there are we…”

Josh grinned, the joke cracking him up and he put out his cigarette as he heard a door close from below.

“Now come on, let's get you some coffee and hear the 500 songs you’ve written about unrequited love..”

The time the boys spent in the studio became one of their most productive moments, 5 different songs demoed and 3 that Andy actually liked. Danny had known that getting the boys in the studio together would help them sort out their beef, and it did. They had always been able to put aside anything for the music.

“This one — this one's my favourite,” Andy spoke, and Danny glanced at Josh as a small smirk plastered its way across his features. Andy had chosen the song that Josh had written about him.

“Alright,” Josh grinned, “get in that booth and we’ll do your vocals” He sat up in his chair ready to work, but then turned his head as a knock permeated the room.

“Come in..” Danny called, and Victoria poked her head around the door, pointedly avoiding Andy’s eyes.

“We’re getting a take away, do you want anything?” She offered to Danny and Josh, walking into the studio and taking a seat next to the blonde to show him the menu she had up on her phone. As Danny and Josh were looking, Andy moved behind the chair and lowered his hands to Victoria’s neck in an attempt to give her a massage as he had done in the past, but she leaned forward and eventually stood up when he wouldn’t relent.

“Get your hands away from me,” Victoria spoke, moving to stand next to Danny as Josh looked between the red heads, ready to make a move if he needed to.

“Babe come on, this is getting stupid now.” Andy sighed, visibly annoyed having obviously not thought through implications of his actions.

“Stupid?!” Victoria spat, and Josh stood up in his chair in time to stop her from launching herself at his friend. Josh held her waist and pushed her back toward the couches that sat opposite the mixing desk, and she spat profanities over his shoulder at the redhead who stood there in shock.

“Woah, woah, woah, lets keep this away from the million dollar recording equipment shall we?” Danny spoke, pressing his hand to Andy's chest to stop him from approaching Victoria. It was clear that he had no idea how much he had hurt her, and thought he could make it up but just apologising.

“I said fucking sorry!” Andy spoke, and Victoria let out an exhausted laugh

“Oh ,you’re sorry?! Take your apology and shove it up your ass you ignorant, self obsessed, narcissist.” Josh couldn’t help but grin a little at her words, the fire in her something that just made her more attractive.

“You’re gonna miss me and come crawling back you just wait,” Andy spoke, his cocky smile enough to make Victoria try and push past Josh, but he held her firmly in place with his hands on her waist.

“I wouldn’t crawl back to you if your cock was the last source of oxygen on the planet” she spat, and Josh and Danny let out a small laugh. Shock washed over Andy's face, and Josh bit his lip to keep from laughing as he watched Victoria’s features change from anger to a small smile as she realised what she had said.

“Pretty strong image you conjured up there..” Josh smirked, eyes darting from her own to her swollen lips and god did he want to kiss her.

“Yeah… maybe you could put it in one of your tracks..” she chuckled, resting her hands on his biceps as his hands remained on her waist, and it felt so good to be held like this by him.

Andy’s eyes darted from Josh to the girl that had been his and felt his stomach drop a little. She had been his, was his girl. They were going to argue and then sort it all out like he always did with everyone, were going to end up back in his room with his hand around her throat as he buried himself deep inside of her just the way she liked it..

Except maybe they weren’t. Was it possible that he had gone too far this time? That this girl wouldn’t forgive him? Did she… did she prefer Josh?

“Whatever.” Andy shook his head and muttered to himself before he walked to the vocal booth, “someone record my vocal track for this stupid song.”

Josh smirked as he turned to Danny, reluctantly moving his hands from her and smiling as she sat back next to him, their knees touching.

The boys chose dinner while Andy recorded a vocal track that was about himself, and when the food arrived they all sat around the dining table.

“Well isn’t this civilised..” Juliet spoke as they handed around boxes of mu shu pork and noodles. Victoria chuckled, picking up a piece of pork from Josh’s plate with a grin and he looked up at her with a mock shocked face. Andy sat opposite them, quiet for once and seething with anger at what was happening in front of him.

“Yeah.. super civilised..” Danny spoke, smirking as he watch Josh steal from Victoria’s plate, and Andy flicked a song on the sonos, staring at his plate as they ate.

Victoria couldn’t help but feel the butterflies again as she sat next to Josh, each touch of their knees to each other’s, each playful grin bringing her closer to him. He had taken her broken heart and held it so it couldn’t break further, and although she was still hurting she was more than happy to trust him with it. He always had made her happier than anyone else, now she felt like she was allowed to let it show.

After a few bottles of red between them, Andy stood and left his plate, grabbing his jacket from where he had left it on the couch.

“Where you going?” Danny called after him but was met only with the front door slamming as a response.

“Probably going to pick up..” Victoria spoke with a sigh, sipping her wine and shrugging.

“Are we gonna talk about how much of a problem he has?” Juliet spoke, the Malbec making her bolder than she would be usually. Danny and Josh made eyes at each other and shuffled uncomfortably, “I mean I know you guys want to stay out of it but half the reason he fucked over Vic is because he’s high all the time..”

“King…” Victoria started and she shook her head.

“No, Vic someone has to say it. He thinks he’s invincible because he does about a gram a day and everyone’s just acting like he’s fine..”

“He is getting worse..” Danny spoke, and Josh nodded in agreement, his arm moving to rest on the back of Victoria’s chair, his thumb absentmindedly running along the back of her neck. Victoria’s body erupted with goosebumps, and she couldn’t concentrate on such a serious conversation when both him and the wine were lulling her into an almost meditative state.

“I’m not talking to him, I’ll end up punching the guy..” Josh spoke and Danny sighed, clenching his jaw in an obvious sign of frustration. He was always the one that had to be impartial, and while he didn’t mind for the sake of keeping the peace it did get a little tiring.

“Fine, I’ll speak to him. But it’s not going to do any good, not when him and Vic are still not talking.” He shrugged and sipped his wine, Victoria immediately feeling uncomfortable. She knew that she had been something of an anchor to Andy, that while he had been making her do more drugs than she was used to, he also did less than normal when he was with her.

“He’s going to have to get over it, I’m not letting him get away with hurting me like that..” she spoke, and was glad for Josh’s hand moving so he could grab his glass. His smooth and soft movements were enough to make her heart beat faster, and she wasn’t sure she would be able to hold back if he touched her like that again. She had been so hurt and didn’t want to jump back into anything, but it was so hard to resist someone who looked after her, who cared for her so well.

“I’ve got these tickets to visit Abbey Road and have a tour. Why don’t we go, and while we’re gone Dan can speak to Andy and get him to lay off hm?” Josh spoke, placing his glass down and returning his hand to the back of her chair.

Juliet looked between them, shaking her head and smiling into her wine glass. Was it clear to the two of them how much they were acting like a couple? Could they remove themselves from the situation enough to see how perfect they would be if they just gave into their affections?

“Sure..” Victoria spoke, and Josh smiled in a way that made her stomach do a backflip. When did everything that he did become so damn attractive or cute? She was sure this wasn’t an issue before, that she had known he was hot and had stared at his lips on one too many an occasion but this was a whole new level.

She was falling for him.

#wildfire records #lauren writes #wadduppppp

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thephoenix-hq · 5 years

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☞ NAME: Edgar Bones. ☞ AGE: Twenty-One (08.01.1958). ☞ BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood. ☞ HOUSE: Former Hufflepuff. ☞ GENDER: Cis-male. ☞ FACECLAIM: Jessie Usher. ☞ TRIGGER WARNING: Drug addiction and overdose.

+ THE STORY SO FAR +

Edgar and his twin sister, Amelia, grew up in high society. Their father worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, their mother a cultural journalist for the Prophet. Due to the high demand of their careers and the incessant need to supply their children with superficial goods, the Bones twins were almost entirely brought up by their house elves. They lived in a gated community in a muggle neighborhood and spent more time with their non-magic neighbors than those inside their own community. That’s not to say that they never saw them at all. The Bones were regular attendants of society balls and ministry galas. It was all out of expectation more than desire. In fact, the best memories Edgar had of wizards growing up weren’t the parties or the frequent absence of his parents. It was the holidays. They never missed a big holiday. They’d pack their bags and spend the week at the McKinnon’s manner in Inverness.

Edgar enjoyed it because he was surrounded by a family who loved each other deeply and therefore loved them, too. There were six boys of varying ages, one that was his age, one that was only a year or two older, another that was about three years younger, and Marlene - who was two years or so his junior and could rough it with the best of them until she was about thirteen and suddenly became a ‘proper girl.’ It was something Edgar cherished endlessly, feeling slightly jealous of them only when it was time to leave and he was reminded in an instant that he wasn’t actually related to them. In Hogwarts, Edgar quickly found his love for late nights and sneaky endeavors. By his fourth year, he was already known around Hufflepuff house as the resident play boy. Over that summer, his muggle friends taught him the ways of various street drugs and his fascination was almost immediate.

While in school, it never posed a problem. He would be in classes by day, get his work done over dinner, and finish out the night in any way of his choosing. Edgar somehow had an endless supply of wizardly party favors that, magically, went unnoticed by the professors entirely. It wasn’t until after school that the obsession started to become harrowing. He didn’t have to work. His parents allowed him to live in their empty house, Amelia left for a travel year, and his muggle friends were still in school for another year or so. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. The desire to stay Up became frantic and desperate - until one night in late February when everything went south, fast.

- J U N E 1 9 7 9 -

It had been three months since the night that changed the course of Edgar’s life. Staying focused proved much harder than he could’ve imagined and his days had been filled with meaningless busy work, just to stay grounded. Albus Dumbledore showed up while Edgar had been trying to build a bench the muggle way. Frustrated, covered in dirt with a wrench in hand, the sight of his old professor had been both surprising and welcoming. When Albus explained the situation to Edgar and asked him to join the Order of the Phoenix, he immediately agreed. It wasn’t so much about the cause, though he had never had the same mindset as his pureblooded comrades at the society parties, but the undeniable ability to stay focused wasn’t something he could pass up on.

← C O N N E C T I O N S →

← Amelia Bones

Growing up, they were the only thing standing in the way of a completely lonely childhood. With the frequent absense of their parents, Edgar and Amelia relied on each other. Being the more mature one of the two, Amelia always tended to take care of Edgar. For a while, he thought it was simply their dynamic. It’s how they worked and neither of them minded it. He started to see the weight on Amelia’s shoulders as they grew older, though. Taking care of her brother wasn’t something she did just because anymore. She did it because she felt like she had to. When she returned from her year trip to Paris, he could see how much happier she was and it suddenly made sense to him. He had been the weight. After that, he told himself he’d stop causing her such trouble but it didn’t happen right away. Edgar continued to struggle for a while, each morning Amelia seeming to pick him up off the ground and right his wrongdoings. She hadn’t been back for very long when he started hiding from her, not letting her see when he was in such a state. That night in February, he managed to get himself to Saint Mungo’s. He check himself in, got himself cleaned up, and made a promise to himself that Amelia would never find out. He asked to live with her after that, along with the promise to stay clean, and she had happily taken him in. Has since been living in London with her and Marlene.

→ Sirius Black

Edgar wouldn’t necessarily consider himself a dealer. He didn’t try to sell it, but if someone came to him looking for a way to get their hands on certain things, he usually had it and wasn’t opposed to making a little bit of his own money. Sirius Black, when he wasn’t clowning around with his mates, would be found within the same circles as Edgar - both during school and later on. They weren’t necessarily close, but they knew each other. In fact, Edgar was almost certain Sirius had been there the night he almost met his demise. There was too much fear that Amelia would find out about it to ask.

← Gideon Prewett

Edgar knows what happened. Dumbledore told each one of them the story when he asked them to join. A set up led to the death of Fabian Prewett. Even days later, Edgar had been left thinking about it. What would he be doing if Amelia had been murdered in the same way? A boiling rage filled him at the mere thought. He would likely be seeking endless revenge. He couldn’t imagine a life without her. Edgar felt the pull to check on Gideon, be his friend in some way, but he could also feel the irritation that radiated off of him in violent waves. Gideon didn’t like Edgar and Amelia. Edgar couldn’t blame him, really. It must’ve been incredibly painful to be around other twins, the constant reminder that yours was absent in your face.

→ Emmeline Vance

There was a feeling in the back of Edgar’s throat that he hadn’t experienced before. His usual activities were growing heavy, like he didn’t want to do them anymore but he kept finding himself in the midst of a cloudy room anyway. The feeling started as a lump that he couldn’t swallow, but shortly it grew painful. It was burning his tongue, making it swell. The lump felt like it was ticking and twitching in his esophagus. He gasped, realizing that he hadn’t been breathing. The feeling evaporated immediately, leaving behind a tangy, cotton feeling. He relaxed, laughing at his own ridiculousness. But then he felt his heart skip a beat. Then it was racing. He realized he was sweating profusely, his vision blurring in and out of focus. His stomach was churning, brain pounding in his skull. He couldn’t feel his fingers or toes. The realization hit him all at once. Edgar was overdosing. He wasn’t exactly sure how he did it, but he made it to Saint Mungo’s. His memory was failing him but he knew he had smashed his knees on the concrete right outside the emergency room. A mediwitch, who had been outside smoking a pipe, dashed over to him and helped him to his feet. There was sick down his front; had he thrown up? Edgar lost consciousness somewhere between those first few steps and actually getting into the hospital. When he awoke next, he was in a room he didn’t recognize. There were bright, florescent lights above his head and a pale healer he recognized stood over him, her fingers checking the pulse in his neck. That healer had been Emmeline Vance. They had never been close, but he knew her from school and he begged her not to tell anyone what had happened. She agreed to keep his secret as long as he promised to stay sober. This spurred an unlikely friendship that met weekly to talk about what he had done since they last saw each other. He needed those meetings. They gave him something to focus on, someone to impress.

EDGAR BONES IS CURRENTLY CLOSED FOR APPLICATIONS.

#marauders rp #harry potter rpg #hp roleplay #hp rpg #marauders era rp #edgar bones #male #tpedgarbones #taken #takenm

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sparklyjojos · 6 years

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400 pages into Cosmic, the plot picked up rather fast so here’s a short (’short’) recap of what’s been happening

As a foreword: the JDC books have weird chronology, so while Cosmic was released first, it takes place in January 1994. That’s two months after Tsukumo Juku solved the Geneijo case in Joker (solved it on the day of his 20th birthday, no less: 31.10.1993), and fourteen years after Ajiro Souji and 6-year-old Juku solved The Saimon Family Murder Case. (This chronological mess actually causes Seiryoin to spoil the other books in this. Which I understand, because the tragedy that was Geneijo influenced a lot of character development of the detectives.) After Geneijo, in December 1993, Juku traveled to England to help with the case of Jack the Ripper’s copycat, ‘Jackie the Ripper’, and since he’s still caught up in that case when Cosmic starts, he can’t (yet) go back to Japan to help Ajiro with the Locked Room Lord case. (The real reason is probably that Tsukumo Juku is like Son Goku, if you don’t carefully keep him away from the plot he’ll solve it in five minutes and there goes your tension)

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So, the second part of the book starts with that thing I quoted about an unnamed mysterious androgynous stranger in a non-disclosed location sending a package with non-disclosed contents to JDC. (Hm, who can that be?)

Then we mostly follow Ajiro Souji, the JDC representative and a telephone detective, who’s having a very bad time. As if the initial murders and Pyramid Mizuno dying wasn’t enough, there’s also the thing where a guy they suspected to be the Locked Room Lord died in the locked room no. 20, and his place had evidence that he knew about the victims beforehand (but how?...). And then one of the newest victims of the Locked Room Lord is just a kid, murdered nowhere else but in Geneijo. That coincidence (or is it?...) spooks everyone in JDC, especially given that Souya -- Ajiro Souji’s son and the assistant of Ryuuguu Jounosuke -- was murdered there during the case just months earlier, and the wounds are still fresh.

(So basically, in 1980 Ajiro solved the Saimon Family Murder Case that had claimed Juku’s family including his birth parents, and then in 1993 Juku solved the case that had killed Ajiro’s son. It’s almost poetic, in a very tragic way...)

Anyway, stressed and exhausted Ajiro falls asleep and has a dream where he talks with Tsukumo Juku, who I guess is how his subconscious is showing ‘reason’ to him (Descriptions of their long-lived intergenerational friendship and mutual trust are really great, btw. Ajiro even notes that just hearing Juku’s voice is enough to calm him down completely, and that everytime they talk on the phone they’re both so happy as if they haven’t heard each other in years. Aww. Ajiro may be sort of a paternal figure to Juku, but it’s too early to tell for sure.) Anyway, dream!Juku tells Ajiro that to solve the current case he should ‘think backwards’, that is, think about the distant past; even more distant than the Saimon family case.

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Upon waking up Ajiro is told that JDC got a mysterious package: a manuscript signed by a famous detective novel author Dakushoin Ryusui (濁暑院溜水). There are two problems here. 1) Dakushoin died in Geneijo, and the detectives even saw his corpse, and 2) the manuscript describes the first 19 locked rooms... including the ones that happened just hours prior to getting the package.

Other parts of the manuscript are 3 stories happening in 3 different times: in the Heian period, Edo period, and at the beginning of the 20th century. (It seems that what the dream!Juku told him about ‘distant past’ was true, huh.) The first two talk about alleged historical events when a ‘vengeful ghost’ called the Locked Room Lord caused the death of 1200 people each time, the third is about the famous mystery writer Edogawa Ranpo trying to uncover the truth about these events. The latter two stories feature a hundreds of years old man, Hikami Sensai, who relays the previous Locked Room Lord cases to the protagonists by giving them the previous written down stories.

Oh, and then there’s that part of the manuscript that talks about the future, predicting that JDC will fail to solve the case, the Locked Room Lord will complete his plan of killing 1200 people in a year, and then on New Year 1995 JDC will get another message from him that in that year, as well, 1200 people will die...

Ajiro is really spooked now. Soon after, when he calls Juku and discusses the contents of the manuscripts with him, they both suddenly realize they did briefly meet an old man called Hikami Sensai before -- fourteen years ago, right after the Saimon Family Murder Case. (There’s a very cute flashback, with Ajiro telling li’l Juku that he will surely one day grow up to be the pillar of all the detective work in Japan. Juku looks at him in a silent promise, his eyes shining with determination. I can’t overstate how much I love their relations in this.) They also talk about how the Jackie the Ripper Case and the current Locked Room Lord Case may have something in common, but we don’t learn the details.

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Soon, Ajiro sets up a meeting to discuss the manuscript with other detectives. We meet the rest of the usual JDC cast, among them:

-- Hikimiya Yuuya, the statistics guy with a vast knowledge of mystery novels, usually Tsukumo Juku’s assistant (not now, since Juku’s abroad)

-- Ryuuguu Jounosuke, the cryptography guy who wears all black, refers to everyone with very polite suffixes while talking about himself in third person, and while he looks really young he’s actually a few years older than Juku

-- Kirika Mai, who mainly uses reasoning by elimination, who’s trying to figure out who her parents were (they died when she was a baby), and who holds Juku in very high regards after he saved her and helped her get into JDC

-- Tsukumo Nemu, Juku’s younger sister by adoption (ie. she’s a Tsukumo by birth, Juku is a Tsukumo via being adopted by Tsukumo Ranma), whose reasoning is more based on ‘vague feelings’ about what happened than precise facts. She’s 18 in this book. She and Kirika seem to be great pals and work as partners, probably because tagging along through the Geneijo case made them understand each other

-- Amagi Hyoma, who mainly drinks and sleeps a lot and I’m not sure what he’s even doing there

We also meet some not-detective assistants, as well as a bunch of police officers, including Tetsuko, an older sister of one of the Locked Room Lord’s victims.

Working together (mostly using Ryuuguu’s cryptography skills) the detectives discover that the names of the victims are all anagrams or otherwise wordplays on the names of the characters in the manuscript. It seems that whoever wrote it was either the murderer, or somebody who knew about the murderer’s plan, and encoded the victims’ names in the charactes’ names as a sort of ‘key’. The question is who wrote and sent that manuscript; Hikimiya (who’s a mystery nerd and read all of Dakushoin Ryusui’s books) believes it was written by Dakushoin judging by the style, word choices etc., but Dakushoin is dead (right?), so what’s going on? Some parts of the manuscript are different than reality, eg. the names of the victims, or that time a guy in one of the locked room stories calls JDC and talks with Ryuuguu -- in reality it wasn’t Ryuuguu, but a guy called Yaiba who picked up the phone. So maybe the writer lost contact with the culprit after some time and just guessed stuff? This entire mess is confusing to everyone.

At the point I stopped reading, the detectives all pair up and start serious investigation, chasing clues needed to discover the truth about the manuscript in many different places -- Dakushoin’s own house; Geneijo; the place where the guy suspected to be the Locked Room Lord lived that apparently has photos and maps related to the victims; a historical literature university group that can probably tell whether the Heian and Edo parts of the manuscripts are genuine or not; and also the place where Ajiro and kid Juku met that mysterious old man fourteen years ago...

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Impressions so far:

I really, really like the parts with Ajiro and Juku. As you can probably tell.

Welcome to ‘things that only make you cry if you’ve read Tsukumojuku and also care too much about stuff’, featuring my poor detective son having a happy life and loving friends, and Serika and Tsutomu Kirika and Nemu being bffs and detectiving together.

There are some boring stretches, which I expected since Seiryoin’s slow pace is often criticized.

Juku’s biological dad was actually called ‘Ryusui’, even with the same kanji as in [Seiryoin] Ryusui, dkjfhkgjd, I mean yeah Seiryoin technically is his dad but still, really. I feel like at one point I’ll have to pull out one of those old Mary Sue Tests and put Juku through it just to see how many points he gets

The ‘historical’ stories were as expected a hell to read because of some archaic vocabulary and fragments like ‘Emperor X had two sons, Y and Z, and their mother was W, and then Y married J and had kids K and U with her’, that I guess the Japanese reader would recognize as historical figures but I don’t know anything about them and I got a bit lost. Yeah, that’s the fault of my ignorance.

This may sound funny, but if I didn’t know anything about the series and got to this point? I’d probably be 100% convinced that Tsukumo Juku is the Locked Room Lord. Solely because he’s hanging out conveniently away from the plot, and everyone describes him as so kind and smart and unearthly beautiful and trustworthy that he must be tricking everyone, right? I guess Seiryoin is playing on the readers’ expectation... by not playing on their expectations. The thing is, we don’t even know yet that Juku can faint people with his looks (a bit weird since you’d think somebody would mention that already). So all the descriptions like ‘his dangerous beauty’, or phrases that can be read as his looks / voice being both ‘amazingly beautiful’ or ‘terrifyingly beautiful’, or that his face and smile are juuust a little too perfect -- all of it kinda reads as if he’s actually ~secretly evil~, and not a genuinely nice man who just happens to also be basically the world’s least lethal basilisk.

#sparkly reads cosmic #maijo and jdc stuff #long post

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exolstice-blog · 6 years

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Fall | Chanyeol

Genre: someFluff ; Angst

Description: “Chanyeol had this utmost capability for burning your throat like spiked oxygen, and setting you off into a frenzied symphony that made you want to dance to no music and laugh to no joke and burn to no fire—"

Featuring: Kim Jongin, I'm Yoon-ah

Warning: Age gap (7 yrs), sexual themes, angsty overall; please do not read if you feel uncomfortable with any of these.

Word Count: 5000

Author’s Note: FINALLY. I DID IT. Very angsty, very emo, I cri, I hope u like 💕 and e n j o y.

“I do,” overgrown weeds tickled at your feet, so itchy your toes curled up like cashew nuts. The lace trim of the dress was annoyingly excessive–and orange, yuck–giving you a sour face.

“I do,” Chanyeol kept tugging at his tie, and there was only so much you could do to keep yourself from jumping up and swatting away his hand.

“Great, now,”–a deep inhale– “KISS. THE. BRIDE.”

“HEY. That wasn’t part of the deal,” Chanyeol dropped both hands, making the white strings that held his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle tie snap back against his neck violently, making him choke down to his knees.

“Yoo,” you narrowed your eyes at her face, cheeks smushed between her hands expectantly. You let your head fall backwards in a groan, your neck almost snapping, with the slip of the few flowers you had gotten into a fake bouquet. You weren’t going to just go about the procedure for the third time in a row because Chanyeol couldn’t get his lines right, or because Yoona couldn’t stop her squeaks, and now because he had to give you a freaking kiss (which—gross). You had people to see, and places to be, and a very furious Mr. Jun to meet for cake and tea.

“But it’s your wedding,” she made a terrible sound that made you cover your ears. You wanted to throw mud at her face.

“Yes, then, we’re over. Chanyeol and I are married, can we go inside now?” You pointed exasperated at your haven, where the party continued, where Mr. Jun should be waiting, and where you knew the location of the jam jars–the Park’s house. She screamed, trashing around in the pretty ribbons of her sleeves. You screamed too, “This is my wedding. This is my wedding. If you want a kiss then be the bride.”

Yoona’s screams worsened, “I can’t kiss him–HE’S MY BROTHER.”

You covered your ears with your hands, shaking your head fervently, “Me too–HE’S A BOY.”

The both of you screamed, because, God forbid, Chanyeol was a boy. “AYAAAAAAHHHH."

“SHUSH UP!” Chanyeol stood tall, plugging his fingers in his big, big, big ears. Yoona and you started, grabbed each other by the arm, and fell backwards. “Can we finish this, please? My friends have to be looking for me, oh God, I hope they didn’t hear you.”

Yoona huffed, and you stood up, shaking leaves and dirt and flowers off your lap, “My friends are waiting too, Mr. Jun–”

“He’s coming?” Yoona was starry-eyed, puffing her cheeks up in a smile.

“Father’s bringing him,” you showed her all your teeth, taking her hand.

“Talk about the rabbit later, let’s finish getting married,” Chanyeol took your hands from Yoona’s, almost lifting them up because he was so tall.

“This is stupid,” you muttered, and both their eyes widened, because if Ma’am caught you cursing they knew she would tell your mother, and you’d be done for. “Why do we have to get married just because Yoona says so?”

Chanyeol picked up one of the dirtiest flowers from the ground, placing it behind your ear, and you made a face. “Because that would keep her quiet.” He whispered it, so that she wouldn’t hear. But there wasn’t a need because he was too close to you and too far from her. He kissed your forehead, grinning, “Happy Birthday.”

You gave him a funny smile in between Yoona’s screams, “Happy Birthday.”

Chanyeol and you didn’t share a birthday, not really. In fact, you two weren’t even as close to sharing a birth-date. He was sometimes eight years older than you and other times seven. Funny, wasn’t it?

Chanyeol’s parents worked for yours in a big company back then you couldn’t even pronounce the name of. All you did understand was that they were a very important part of it–an asset, you’d heard Ma’am calling them. ‘Ma’am’ was Chanyeol’s and Yoona’s mother, and ‘Sir’ was their father, that’s the first thing you’d learned. You would have liked to call them something else, something like Aunt and Uncle, although they were nothing but. But your parents insisted otherwise, fervently.

Anyway, the name stuck. You called them by that still, if not by their full names. It ought’ve to be something scandalous for any other teenager, to address people older than them without due respect–and by their name, even! It wasn’t the case for the heir of a company, the girl—the student—that would become absolute top dog once she turned the right age.

That didn’t stop them from being actual sweethearts with you from the moment they met you, up until the moment you realized you’d be their future boss, and beyond. The Park’s relationship with your parents began long before you were born, and that’s why you spent more of your childhood at their household than at yours. Exactly the reason why Chanyeol and you celebrated both your birthdays on the same day.

Your birthdays did share something in common, in truth. That one-month gap that made him seven or eight years older than you. It was at your four years old when both of your parents decided to celebrate your birthday together, on a separate date, and at your fives when Chanyeol accepted it. Maybe because he’d taken pity on yours and Yoona’s crying faces when you wished to become older too–when you dreaded the month in which he was eight years older and bossed you around (and Yoona, of course) to do his chores for him.

You had always wanted to be older, grow taller; perhaps because since so much was expected from you since birth you now realized you could’ve only had it in your veins to want to be over with it. Or perhaps it was just a mere thing of yours, a personal goal. And so, Chanyeol let you be just seven years younger than him that day you turned six and he thirteen, and a bunch more years to come.

Just a bunch. Not all. It stopped–your little fun and tease filled parties–when he left for college and found his own apartment; started on his life. And when you did the same.

Business became tighter for you when you truly began taking on your parents’ steps. Age: thirteen. Your own tiny tea gatherings (more like afternoons padded with quirky questionable music and terrible dancing) with Mr. Jun and Yoona at the Park’s becoming promptly replaced by business meetings with people thrice your age that, if you got lucky and well behaved, would offer you a peppermint.

You grew up faster, matured quickly, just how your parents and their business partners—and now your business partners—had wished. Just how you'd wished. Of course, there was still always that month. That dreaded month that made you feel like a locked-up thing, a manacled creature that was still eight years younger, eight years more ignorant.

It never really bothered you, not as long as Chanyeol kept his mouth shut and didn't tell you to do things that Yoona would normally do when he visited. To get him a beer, to fetch the remote, to purposely lose to him on games. Like you were his tiny pet.

But there was a day when you felt bothered. You felt itchy and hot and truly bothered. You two didn't share your birthdays anymore, no, but that wouldn't stop him from coming over for yours, alright.

You found it sweet. And annoying. He was Park Chanyeol, your best friend's big brother, your big best friend—if that meant anything at all—he wouldn't wait a tenth of a bloody second to poke at you about your age. Most particularly: at him being eight years older still.

So, it surprised you, of course, when he didn't mock you on the day of your fifteenth birthday. Well, what could’ve been done when he was clearly well accompanied.

It was what brought that kid-ish memory first to your mind. Because when he took her hand and helped her with that heavy bowling ball, all you could think about was your sham marriage with Chanyeol—he's mine, mine, mine! —and him saying "let's finish getting married" in that stupid fake tie.

Yes, you were bothered, especially when Jongin asked you if you were alright because you had to lie and bite down a barf that threatened to slip down your throat. Yoona was an angel, bringing you to the ladies' room towards the back of the bowling alley that was her brother’s favorite.

You stared at the mirror and saw a child that had been made to grow up way too fast, and was disgusted. You had to remind yourself that you were really but turning fifteen—and that you just didn't know how to feel after not seeing him for too long. Right, and the lights were far too dim and were the ones giving you that headache.

You ran a hand through your hair, furious because it wasn't the first time. Not the first time you'd imagined tripping one of his lady friends and generously helping them up by the hair with sharp nails. Stupid. But you laughed. And what you saw in the mirror was a fifteen-year-old truly laughing. Maybe you could stop your little fucking pretense about being any more tough—any more mature than you were. Maybe you could be the hormonal stupid kid that you were supposed to be instead.

Yes. Chanyeol was hot. There. And he was eight years older than you. There. Nothing wrong about that, really. It was, like, yes, G-Dragon. The man was fucking older than Chanyeol and you still found him incredibly yummy. But not ever more than that. Just like Chanyeol! He was sweet, he was gentle, he was devastatingly handsome—but that's just all there was to him. To him and to what you felt. Right?

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you slapped your face with water, pressing at your shut eyes until you saw weird things, until it stung enough you could almost only feel that.

This sucked. This was gross. This was childish. And you weren't a child—at least, you weren't supposed to be one.

Static-like particles cleared from your vision and you saw a child. A stupid, stupid child. Maybe it wasn't so wrong. Maybe, for a day, you could be a child, grow up the right way, learn from heartbreak, from your big best friend that was fucking older than you and that made you feel disgustingly maniacal. Maybe you could allow yourself to fuck up for a day.

Maybe one only ever truly majorly fucked up when one was fifteen.

At least that must be the reason why you chose to bring him into your bed that night.

"Ah," you jumped a little now, when the door suddenly opened and a gigantic shadow entirely covered your form. Dim light illuminated what bit you could see of the house. You stepped inside, almost shooing him away. "Yoona's supposed to meet me at eight, but she told me to come over—is she here?"

Chanyeol closed the door, worrying at his lip—annoyed, you guessed, "Good night to you too."

You hummed, "I thought you'd leave by Tuesday."

He made a chuckling noise, "Wanted me gone too soon?"

You sat on the edge of the couch, picking up an almost empty can of a drink, possibly alcoholic, "You've made yourself at home, I see."

He chuckled again, "It is my home."

You looked at him, and smiled. You smelled the contents of the can and, ah, yes, beer. "You're not finishing this, are you?"

He gave you a look but did not approach you, the chuckles all gone, but he mocked you still. "Aren't you like sixteen?"

You gave him your thinnest smile in dark velvet lips, "Going onto eighteen, actually."

"Technically, you can't drink yet."

"Technically, we're going clubbing—so might as well give it a head start," you tilted your head, downing the last small sip of the drink in one go and heaving out a deep sigh. You licked a rebellious drop off your mouth and quirked a brow when Chanyeol abruptly groaned and turned around.

"I sure hope Yoona's not drinking," he didn't look at you when he pulled a new beer from the fridge and cracked it open. You bit your lip, surely blushing, just realizing he'd probably been drinking those last gulps of a can.

"Can't promise anything," Chanyeol looked at you in a way that made you shiver—with cold brown eyes almost hidden behind his disheveled black bangs—in the way that left you breathless and could make you fall. Shit. You smiled, deciding to challenge him, "Come on, she's old enough to have fun. Make mistakes. Fall in love," you shook your head, grinning, "Screw some guys."

His face made you grin, "She's only seventeen, and so are you—"

"Eighteen," you hissed. You were almost there, alright, God. You swallowed the blasphemies you could've spat at him, crossing your legs in a ladylike manner with a smile, "And, besides, weren't you seventeen the day you came crying because you thought you'd left your girlfriend pregnant?"

Again, his face managed to make you laugh—and you almost hated it. You shook your head, "You can quit being this 'responsible' big brother for a day, Chan. Let her live her life. Didn't you tell me that too?" And he did. He told you to live if just a piece of your life. Back almost two years ago, when you were sixteen and probably had been to more business appointments than high school parties.

But he denied it now, "I don't want you making the same mistakes I did. Neither Yoona or you."

Well. "What makes you think I haven't already?"

He gave you this look—this pity-look that made you want to smack his face because you were sure all he saw was a stupid child in you. A kid that believed a mistake was kissing the wrong guy under a mistletoe, buying the wrong color for nail polish... But it made you smile in a sickening way knowing that he didn't know—he couldn't even grasp your worst mistake.

"You two are not fighting, are you?" Yoona's steps came too sudden, bringing you back by the neck and forcing you up. "Gosh, you look stunning!"

You let Yoona tackle you in a hug that was all giddy from side to side, making you laugh. "Haven't washed my hair in the past three days, and this is literally just a button up, so that's a compliment," you pulled away, squishing her cheeks until her mouth was a pout and a few of her glittery freckles stained your fingers. You swiped her head from right to left, "So pretty, so pretty."

"Yes, yes, very pretty, both of you," Chanyeol gave you two a look. "Just keep that prettiness away from guys."

Yoona scrunched up her nose, through a pout, "But Jongin—"

"Specially Jongin." You grinned, knowing how very infatuated Yoona was with Jongin and how very truly against it her brother was. Chanyeol did know Jongin better than anyone, after all.

"Oh, come on!" Yoona flailed her arms around like a tiny octopus in a frenzy.

You clicked your tongue, "Then what's the point if we don't get to get laid."

Yoona laughed out loud, clapping her hands in a manner quite similar to Chanyeol. She knew how you rolled, your admittedly distasteful jokes, so she just went along, the pretty doll, "Right. You're not going to let that go to waste."

Yoona checked you out with a wink and you grinned. But only until you felt Chanyeol scan your shape, as if he could touch you with his eyes—then you could scarcely take a breath. You felt very conscious. And that wasn't entirely bad.

You were a bit flustered about wearing your white button up—your “meeting-to-go”—but you were happy that you'd paired it up with a black see-through-fishnet-like top and a leather skirt. A fit for you, somehow. The blend between classy and foxy and 'I own the goddamn world'. You were proud, alright, and maybe that's what made you feel like you were bigger than yourself. Sometimes even bigger than anyone else.

So, you were happy that Chanyeol was looking at you, at least, because you could sense that feeling of being massive and absolute and beautiful—even as you dreaded the hitch of your breath when he did so.

You felt yourself grow bolder, "Precisely." You offered Chanyeol a wink when he finally decided to stop staring at your legs and grinned as he heaved a breath, "I’m on the pill too, so worry not about my sexual encounters, dear," you tilted your head so innocent, letting your hair all drop to the side, exposing your neck, "Unless you're up for lending me some condoms, then be my damn guest."

Yoona was laughing all along. She'd always found your antics amusing and that couldn't make you any happier. She inhaled a sharp breath, however, once she caught Chanyeol's look towards you both. Particularly when he pointed at you and gestured you to follow him as he took off towards the hallway without further notice.

"Oh, you're in trouble," you shrugged, walking past Yoona with a grin. You heard her yell, "Don't take too long, he must be waiting for us!"

You giggled at her evident eagerness and total adorableness. Until a hand caught your arm. You faced Chanyeol with that same grin, relishing in the way his eyebrows were virtually glued together in a funny frown. You giggled, standing almost on your tip toes to poke at his forehead, "You're angry." It couldn't be helped, Yoona made a child out of you sometimes.

Chanyeol grabbed your wrist, forcefully, "What the hell was that?"

You watched as the pad of his fingers dug into your skin, angry but delicate enough to not hurt you, "It was a joke, Chanyeol, a joke. Ever heard of them?" You pulled your hand back with a hiss, and he seemed astonished, as if he'd just realize what he was doing.

"I'm sorry." Then, "But what the hell. Don't joke like that, not in front of my sister."

Oh my God. "Are you being serious? We're not six anymore, we're not kids that get scared about getting caught saying the word 'stupid' or 'bull crap'. I think I can joke about my morals, or rather, my lack of thereof, any bloody weekday if I want."

Chanyeol was shaking his head, "It's not only that. It's the drinking, the partying, the seeing boys," his jaw was set and you needed to stop thinking about how handsome he looked while doing that, shit. "It's not something... appropriate."

"Then tell her that, holy shit," you waved your arms around, as if he were the child and you were the adult. "Look, honestly, I'm not listening to this. Mostly because I think I'd have the right to do whatever the heck I want. These parties, these jokes, these 'seeing boys'," you actually laughed, "Chan, I'm just doing what you told me. I'm living life."

He knew what you meant by that, he knew almost more than anyone. He was the one who told you—that night in his room, you remembered, when his hand covered yours over the strings of his guitar, teaching you how to play—no, he ordered you to be happy. To do, for once, what you wanted, not what you were meant to do. Although, if you'd done what you honestly wanted to do, up to this point, you would've truly, undoubtedly, terribly fucked up.

You would've let yourself give in to the arresting and absolute starlight that was Park Chanyeol—let yourself fall before he could even catch you. Before you could even catch yourself.

He dismissed the latter, "I know Yoona, I know she wouldn't do anything—"

"I would do?"

"No, no, I wasn't going to... What I mean is," he was frowning now, worrying at his lip, biting the insides of his cheek and shifting his weight from one foot to another—things he would normally do when he was flustered, confused. You hated that you knew every little thing that made Chanyeol Chanyeol. "I—I'm worried. About you, I mean. I don't want to be responsible for—"

"Anything I do?" So that was it? He wanted nothing to do with your childish fuckery? You laughed, holding in so much, "Why, you could've just said that! I won't hold anything against you if I'd were to, say, majorly fuck up."

That wasn't exactly true. Your "fucking up", you felt, was also partly his fault. While your devastatingly big slip up at fifteen wasn't exactly because of Chanyeol—it just was. You wanted to blame him, make him all accountable. But simply because you were tired sick of having to bear its entirety, and because you were selfish and scared. And it disgusted you, exceedingly, because you felt like a coward and because you were one. A girl playing pretense on high heels and button ups that couldn't own up to her mistakes and blamed it all on others.

Now you were enraged, "Chanyeol, I'm not a kid, okay?" See me as a woman. You shook your head, almost convulsively. "You have to understand that."

He laughed, dryly and even sinister, "But you are! Look at the way you're acting—the way you behave, the way you deal with things—"

"You don't know how I 'deal with things'," you quoted in the air, making a face that possibly looked like a grimace. "And, certainly, you wouldn't know how I behave, you've barely been around the past two years."

"Oh, well, pardon me for getting my life straight, Miss 'I've changed in the last two years'."

You despised it. Despised that he made fun of you, that he pulled it all off with a grin, and that he looked very attractive while doing so. You breathed, "Chanyeol." That seemed to shut him up—either your voice, or your look. At least he was quiet while you had the courage to tell him more than you had the past year or so.

And the courage to let him know you weren't having any more of his bullshit, "I basically manage a company now with my parents. I am in a place men twice my age virtually crawl to get to, and I got here when I was thirteen." You laughed, though obviously forced, "I think I'd know more about 'getting my life straight' than you ever would."

You were sure that stung him. And while you were usually pretty good with words, often you felt you couldn't hide anything from him at all. Not even if it hurt. Of course, there was this one thing, this one exception, but still.

He wasn't used to keep any harsh words from you either, anyway, "I think it shows just how childish you are that you have to rub off your position in my nose to prove that you've matured somehow."

Alright, if there was ever any time you'd wanted to smack Chanyeol more than now you'd had to be delusional. He was right and you knew it. And he knew it too.

He grinned, "I'm right, aren't I?"

You almost reached a hand back to slap him—he closed his eyes, too—but opted against it. Instead, you softened, you were delirious. Because, shit, Chanyeol had that effect on people.

You brought your fingers down against his black hair, brushing wild strands back from his eyes. These snapped open, and you guessed he asked 'what are you doing?', but there was only this sharp intake of breath against the skin of your wrist.

Your breaths were shallow and in the back of your throat and you wondered how was it that you had the courage to do it—to touch his hair, to stand this close to him without tripping and falling in an attempt at bringing yourself back to reality because this wasn't real. Of course, it wasn't.

You let your hand drop, almost as if his hair had stung you, and allowed yourself to fall forward. He didn't exactly catch you, he didn't need to, he was just there. You stood with your forehead against his chest and mused at how wonderful it felt to hear his heartbeat this close to your ear. Quick and pounding.

You chuckled. Because even if Chanyeol had this utmost capability for burning your throat like spiked oxygen, and setting you off into a frenzied symphony that made you want to dance to no music and laugh to no joke and burn to no fire—even if you were completely out of your fucking mind and driven to a scape of oddness and hellish fever, he was there with you still, all tangible, and hot, and living, and there, there, there.

He didn't say a word when his hand came to rest on your head and then follow the trail of your hair. Chanyeol was trying to make you feel better, he was trying to comfort you. He meant better, you knew, but you couldn't help feeling more weak and small and vulnerable. And you despised and loved every second of it.

"(Y/N)," your name felt so intimate when he said it, like a secret you'd told him and no other. It made you raise your hands to his sides, to ball the fabric of his sweatshirt in your palms so as to prevent you from doing something any more stupid. "Everything I said—maybe I could've said it differently, maybe..." he chuckled, God, so close, "Maybe I was the one behaving like a child. I knew it annoyed you, so I kept pressing, I'm sorry. But."

You thought he would stop then, but he swallowed, and hooked a strand of hair between his fingers and behind your ear, "But I'm scared, and it feels really shitty. I—Yoona is my sister, so I can tell her what to do—what not to do. But you. You are...someone different. Someone that grew up too soon. Someone that had to be told to be happy because you wouldn't do it on your own. I..."

You felt like he expected you to look at him in the eyes while he said so, but you couldn't bring yourself to let him draw you more. You wouldn't, and he continued, "I can't find a way to take care of you, and it's scary, hell. I... I know you don't need me for that now, you never needed me for that, anyway, and yet there I was, like a nuisance." He laughed a little, and it made you close your eyes, the way you could feel it. "What I mean is, I want you to be careful, alright? To take care of yourself. And what I mean by that—shit, how do I even... There are some things you can never get back, so—"

Was he—was he giving you some kind of sex talk? You laughed, truly astonished. "You really think I haven't had sex before?" He stiffened.

You couldn't believe it—couldn't believe he still saw this little girl-friend he felt entitled to take care of, like he had any right to treat you like something of his property. You were bloody livid.

His 'what?' of incomprehension made it all far worse.

"You truly are dense."

And he was, because he didn't notice you changing ever since you turned fifteen. He didn't see your smile faltering with things that before would've made you laugh. He overlooked the details that were there to anyone but him—your sudden haircut, your change in wardrobe, your slimming body; the toll of a job that had come far too early for you and would have for any other.

He dismissed your appearing less at his home. And while he did have the chance to question it, it didn't go beyond a rushed guitar lesson in which he felt the greatest shit of all, giving those bull crap suggestions about "following your dreams" and "finding true happiness".

But most importantly, he missed you looking at him like his eyes held the stars and everything luminous. He missed you blushing savagely whenever he brushed your hair behind your ear. He missed you giving this looks to the girls that visited him, this looks to their hands while they were held by his. He missed you remembering your wedding in that bowling alley and letting your eyes chant mine, mine, mine when even Jongin noticed and he didn't.

He missed you falling in love with him, and he missed catching you.

He also missed the way you caught yourself before sinking in too deep.

You pulled back, not quite expecting to feel relieved but being rewarded when you did. But there couldn't possibly be any bigger reward than fixing Chanyeol with a look of grandeur and absolutism as you said the words you'd meant to spew every time you tripped and almost fell.

"Fuck you, Park Chanyeol."

You turned to leave, not smiling, making sure he didn’t miss it. Let Chanyeol see the way he made the sole bloody thought of breathing a complete impossibility. How he made breaking away from him a deeper cut that was infectious and that stung and that when sealed only but brought him deeper. Allow him to take a look at what a good fucking liar you were for making your stumbles go unnoticed. For making a hoax out of yourself, making believe you were grander than what you actually were. A girl that flipped him off because she was too scared to say ‘I like you’ and then immediately ‘get out’ because everything was ever so entirely full of him. Because she could only hope he didn’t miss the way her eyes said that she’d fallen and couldn’t feel her breath.

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joeljoelwarr · 6 years

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Dating Park Jimin Would Include:

Warning: none, maybe?

Genre: f l u ff

okay

oof this will be easy its just me ranting

i lied this was actually lowkey hard because i couldn’t think of a meeting scenario

i apologize XD

oK aY

Y’all meet in like the most obscure place i stg

it’s the middle of a street at like midnight,

no one is around

barely any lights are on

you think he’s probably going to murder you and wear your skin as a coat

because he’s running towards you

and he suddenly stops and just

“oH MY GOD I DIDN’T SEE YOU Im so sorry i was running because im scared of the dark”

you just smile

just a little

and for som e r e a s o n

he walks you home despite your protests and various forms of

“but then you’re in the dark longer”

oof he 100% tries to be sweet and kind and not shake

but he fails

and so technically

you’re comforting him

not the other way around

b u t

when you get there you pull him inside for a moment and he

pfft

he just

“you’re not going to shear my face off and wear it as a mask are you?”

“what no”

you just grab a marker and you write your number on his arm

and he’s a little endeared

because you just dealt with his anxious ramblings

and so he agrees to call you

boi takes a wEEK to call you he’s so busy worrying about whether or not you actually want him to that he forgets to do it

Dates

you answer the phone just completely confused

you never got his name and yet you mysteriously gave this mysterious man your number

boi you gonna get hurt that way

anyways

you answer and the first thing he says is

“i FORGOT TO CALL YOU I'M SORRY”

and you laugh

and he feels all of his nerves melt away

and he asks you out

and because he’s an idol

y’all meet super late

again you’re like

“b u t d a r k n e s s”

he kinda doesn't care

because you’re there

y’all somehow find a small restaurant that’s somehow open still

oof this is cute

he makes you try this thing

and you’re not sure how you feel about it

but he tells you that it’s mochi ice cream

“you look like a mochi”

he is suddenly so enamored with you after that

he has never before believed that he looked like a mochi

but one sentence from you and he suddenly can’t deny it

Cuddling

OOF THE GOOD PART

Jimin loves watching shows with you, even if he has zero clue what’s going on

even if its supernatural and terrifies him

as long as you like it

he’ll watch it with you

b u t

he likes to lay back against the corner of the couch arm

and so you just kinda lay against him

and he loves it because he can watch your expressions while you’re watching the show

and you love it because you can hear his heartbeat

when you’re sad, he’ll hug you quietly

and make sure you know that you’re loved

especially when it’s a family thing

or a friend thing

and when he’s sad

you tend to buy ice cream and make sure to cuddle him

because he’s hard on himself

and he needs to be treated softly during these times

because he’ll treat himself roughly

oof i made myself cry

i apologize

Ma R r I aGE

okay so at this point you’ve both been through thick and thin

long nights and short ones

long months of waiting

and short days of patience

you have been through it all

and yet your relationship has lasted through it all

and he spent so long picking out a perfect ring

months

almost an entire year

and he finally chose a rose gold band with a beautiful diamond resting on top

the small diamonds inside of the band is what costed the most

but for you he’d spend all the money he had

he brought you out to a park in the middle of the night

and you were so confused

(by now he’s no longer scared of the dark he’s okay boo)

but he brought you to a small area where he had hung up lights

and laid a blanket out

and you guys had a picnic

with all your favorite foods

(+ mochi ice cream of course)

and you were watching the stars and the moon

when he pulled out the ring box from his pocket

and he was just sitting there with it open

so he said your name

so you’d look over at him

and you dropped everything and sat up so quickly

“Y/n, uh, this is going to be anything but perfect because i stupidly didn’t practice,

but you are my rock. you keep me grounded, you make me feel better when i mess up, you help me through the dark times and the bad days.

you make good days better, and better days great,

and i want that to continue.”

he slowly tried to get on one knee from his position in criss-cross

dumba** cutie ily

and you didn’t even let him finish his question

“Y/N L/N, will you-”

you tackled him

and he totally dropped the ring

it took you guys two hours to find it in the grass with only flashlights and the rays from the hanging lights

it was hard

but when you put it on he could see you beaming at it so fondly

and so it made him beam at you so fondly

and y’all are just so fond of each other

Wedding

Now, y’all had a moderately normal wedding, not too big, not too small, but big enough that there was a lot of food.

you didn’t allow alcohol (other than champagne) because you didn’t want to have to drag people out drunk

you also didn’t want people throwing up

jimin agreed

namjoon gave the most awkward speech ever but it made jimin cry and hug him so it was worth it

your best friend embarrassed you with a story from college

it was great okay

your outfit was amazing

he looked fantastic

skip forward to that night,

im not even kidding

you two were so tired

you just fell on the bed and went directly to sleep

no messing around or anything

b u t

the next morning

y e s.

now we all know jimin is kinky af

but this is probably one of the few times (other than the rest of the times that week of your honeymoon) that he wouldn’t be

because he wanted it to nice and sweet

not the other stuff

because you guys just got married

so he was like sweet through the whole thing

(unless you’re not someone who wants sex, then you sat and watched movies the whole morning because he’s sweet and wouldn’t push you to do something you didn’t want to)

a n y w a y s

you’ve been married for about four years when you got pregnant (or if you are a male/asexual/other you found out the adoption papers went t h r o u g h/you found a willingsurrogate)

he was so excited

he literally ran out of the house about to rush to tell the guys

before running back in and kissing you so intensely

he was very happy

he dragged you to tell the guys

and he called both of y’alls parents

they were just as excited

you were a little flustered not gonna lie

so y’all had three kids together

two boys and one girl

you agreed that once you had a girl you would have no more

because you wanted both genders

one of your sons turned out to be gender fluid

which both of you were perfectly alright with (freaking fight me if you’re not, i will break you.)

“yissss i got the whole set”

“j i m i n”

regardless, older siblings were very protective of younger sibling

she hated it tbh

but appreciated it nonetheless

but n ON E were as protective as jimin when she got a boyfriend

n o n e

you were more than willing lemme tell you that

when she married the guy jimin cried

heavily

REGARDLESS

THIS WAS LONG

I APOLOGIZE

have jimin’s favorite picture of your daughter as an apology

how cute

okay bye

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capriswritingnartshenanigans · 6 years

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I Remember You: Chapter 1, The Inquisition.

Cullen Rutherford/Female Amell Inquisitor slow burn.

Carrie’s dreams tend to have two trends, and this time, she gets the ‘relive your memories you try to hide from’ trend, and again remembers why she doesn’t get attached to people. She wakes up soon after, to find out she is in Haven... And revered as some sort of holy person. And then, she is faced with a choice, an important choice that she has to decide the reasoning for answer: will she do it for herself? For others? Or for survival?

Catch Chapter 1 here: https://capriswritingnartshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/172406242751/i-remember-you-prologue

Catch this story on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14145420/chapters/32624604

Once again, she was lost to the darkness. She knew she was sleeping, dreaming; she was always able to tell, even when she was a child. Her dreams swirled and shivered violently in her mind, ripping her past from the depths she had buried it and into the forefront. Her mind spun, trying to follow the path her memories set.

The first thing she recognized was the times she was in so many different mage towers, always being moved to somewhere new within a few months. Until she ended up at the Fereldan circle. It was one of the lesser known circles, and one of the least strict ones. She remembers Irving welcoming her there, promising safety, as had every first enchanter she had met thus far. Knight-Commander Greagoir had also been there, not as friendly but still kind in a way. He warned against revealing her true reasoning for being there, even to other templars, and to not cause trouble; just because she was special, it did not mean she was exempt from punishments. And with that, they had turned her loose in the Tower, stating she was an apprentice that had been living in a small town that lacked a form of the Chantry. She sees, through her own eyes and those around her, how different she became from getting there till some time later. She hadn’t trusted this safety could last, but it did longer than any other place she had been. She had friends, both templar and mage, for the first time, as well as some feeling of belonging. Sure, she would rather be free, but with how that went last time… She wanted this peace to last.

A few months after she had come there, rumors had started filtering through the templar barracks and the mage dorms about her… and a certain templar friend of hers. It came to a head sometime after her Harrowing, no doubt because someone had seen her flirt with him, and though she had meant her flirts, she didn’t honestly think anything would come of it. In truth, it had been rather cute when Cullen ran off and away from her. Disappointing for sure, but cute.

He had found her later, still rather red in the face, asking about their usual evening chess match. She remembers his eyes rarely meeting hers, but there was a near constant little smile on his lips. The memory fades away into her nightmare of the Tower, of demons pouring out of someplace there, of her fellow mages being turned into abominations, as well as the templars. She remembers waking in a cold sweat, then running to Irving and waking him before dawn’s light, to tell him of it. His face turns pale, his dark eyes wide with disbelief. He tells her to wait there, he must go and find the Knight-Commander, they all must speak of this. But she doesn’t wait there, she knows they’ll send her away ‘just to be safe’, so she runs. She runs down a full flight of stairs, looking, searching, and then she remembers where he is: posted to one of the doors to the outside of the tower, and that is where she goes, needing to speak with him. He is preparing to leave from his shift, and she waits, though she knows she has little time. As he came towards where she was, she popped out from behind the wall she had hid behind. She had startled him but didn’t give him much time to speak; she just ushered him to follow her, telling him there is something they must speak of, to please come. He’s hesitant, knowing he most likely shouldn’t, but she had never acted out before and a part of him doubts that she would hurt him, so he follows her. She leads him to an empty room on the second floor, lighting a candle as she closes the door. Her face is pale, her night clothes clinging to her with sweat.

“Carrie? Carrie, are you… are you alright?” His voice is filled with concern, and it seems he’s removed his helmet as his voice is no longer muffled. Her gray-blue eyes flicker between his face and the floor many times before finally settling on him. She came towards him slowly, shaking her head slightly.

“I-I’m fine. I had a very bad nightmare, it’s why I’m roaming the halls. I wanted… I wanted to talk to you.” Her hands were gripping her forearms very tightly, causing her already pale skin to become white. “I’m worried something will happen in the next few days, something bad… But I don’t know for sure. I don’t know, I just don’t…” She ran her hands through her hair, its light brown locks curling around her fingers. Cullen came towards her, gently taking her forearms into his hands and pulled her to look at him. His face was beginning to line with worry, and his forehead appeared crinkled.

“Carrie, what in the name of Andraste are you talking about? Do you know something? Something the mages are planning?” She shook her head, a look of confusion and hopelessness on her frightened face. She gripped the sides of his breastplate in her hands, her eyes suddenly burning into his.

“Promise me something, Cullen. Promise me, that if anything happens, you’ll make it out. You’ll keep yourself safe.” She looked at his in earnest as his lips opened and closed repeatedly, no words leaving him. Then she realized she was running out of time to get back; unsuspiciously, anyway. She looked up into his face for a long moment, thinking of everything that has happened in the year she had been there. Much of the memories included him; templars usually don’t make friends with their mages, but Cullen was young. He wasn’t as bitter as the rest of them, and he was still so innocent. She felt a pang at the realization that she would likely leave here, never to see him again, but pushed it down. She didn’t need to cry here; she would have plenty of time to do that later.

A sudden, rebellious shiver went down her spine, and without thinking, she stood on his booted feet, pulling herself up, and kissed him. In all honesty, it was her first kiss. She had had daydreams of maybe doing something similar with Cullen, but reality always clouded the way; in truth, there would be no hope for them. But, right now, there was this second, a second to do one thing she wanted before she was sent away once more. The kiss was awkward, but in later years she thought of it as sweet; it only lasted a few moments, and he was too surprised to react. She pulled away from him, stumbling backwards off of his boots and out of his slackened hands. He had a look of astonishment on his face, his eyes nearly the size of dinner plates. She didn’t give him time to say anything, however; after looking at him for a split moment, she bolted out of the door, and weaved a path through the tower he would not be able to follow. As she fled back to the third-floor staircase, she heard Cullen calling her name, but she did not answer. That would have just been too much to bear that night.

The memories blurred, threatening to disappear entirely. They finally reshaped into the forms of Carrie, who was now dressed in clothes like those of a merchant; a group of three high-ranking templars, dressed as common mercenaries; and finally, Irving and Greagoir. The First Enchanter and Knight-Commander were giving orders to the templars, telling them to take her to Lothering for the time being, and to await further orders. Carrie climbed into a boat with the group, and they set off across Lake Calenhad, still under the cover of night.

The memories again blurred, then dissolved into darkness once more. A few moments passed before light shone through her eyelids, and the sounds scuttling feet woke her.

Carrie felt soft materials over and under her body. Her eyes slowly opened, taking in the room around her. The walls were made of wood, pelts scattered over them, along with cloth decorations. The place had a cozy feel to it, like a small house for a younger family. Sitting up, she realized the scuttling noise was a young elven girl, who upon realizing Carrie was awake, dropped the crate in her hands with a gasp, her fair features showing worry and fear.

“I-I didn’t know you were awake, I swear!” Her words were full of panic, as though she had been caught with her hand in the sugar.

“It’s okay! Please, don’t worry yourself-” Carrie’s words came to a halt as the girl fell to her hands and knees, in a sort of kneeling bow.

“I beg your forgiveness and blessing. I-I am but a humble servant. You are back in Haven, my lady. They say-” As the girl had been talking, Carrie had gotten out of the bed and quietly made her way over to her. She kneeled down and smiled kindly.

“You do not have to bow to me. Please, stand up. We are both people, yes?” The girl’s face was shocked, but she slowly stood with Carrie. Her face was flushed a deep red color, and it clashed rather awkwardly with her auburn hair. “Now then, what were you saying?”

“U-Um, well, the-the soldiers say you saved us. The Breach stopped growing, j-just like that mark on your hand.” The mark flickered green for a moment, then returned to normal. “I-It’s all anyone has talked about for three days!”

“So… now I get my trial, I suppose…” At least, they’ll try to put her on trial. Unfortunately for most of them, they don’t know just how good she is at getting loose.

“I-I don’t know anything about that. I-I’m certain Lady Cassandra would want to know you’ve wakened. She said, ‘At once’.” The girl was backing towards the door nervously, clearly wanting to report to one of her mistresses.

“And where is Cassandra?”

“I-In the chantry, with the lord chancellor. ‘At once’, she said!” With that, the girl dashed out of the small cottage, careful to close the door quietly. While Carrie did want to further question the girl, she knew better than to try to keep a servant when they were on a timer; it could get ugly very quickly. So, she instead investigated the cottage. She soon realized she was in an outfit much like night clothes. She searched for her armors, or any really, and found a smaller chest with light armor in it. It included a silky cloak, a darkly colored tunic and breeches, and knee-high black leather boots. Once the garb was on, she noticed a note in the bottom of the chest. On it was just a name: Leliana. It was beautifully written, and on expensive parchment. Chuckling, Carrie shook her head and headed out after the girl.

What she didn’t expect to see was two rows of townsmen standing, almost as though they were waiting on her. As she walked through the path between the two rows, she heard whispering from them: about her being the Herald of Andraste, how Andraste herself helped her from the Fade, and others questioned her imprisonment. Self-consciously, Carrie pulled her hood further over her head, though no one could have seen her features beforehand anyway. She jogged away, trying to appear as though she had somewhere to be getting to, and headed towards the chantry. The thick snow crunched pleasantly under her feet. She hadn’t been in Fereldan in many years, truth be told; she remembers wanting to come back, just to attend the Conclave…

She shook those thoughts from her head. She’s relived enough bad memories for one day and she really didn’t want to turn into a sobbing mess in front of someone like Cassandra. She hurried up the slightly inclined area, taking any steps she came across two at a time. She passed through a throng of chantry clergymen and women, and into the high, wooden doors. It looked unremarkably like every other chantry she had ever been in, except there were soldiers here instead of templars. Even though she personally had nothing to fear from the Chantry as a whole, it still made her uneasy to pass through one, even now, with all mages being free. She asked one of the lay sisters where Cassandra was, and she was directed to a door all the way at the end of the main hall. As she drew closer, she heard an argument going on behind the door.

“You’ve gone completely mad! She should be taken to Val Royeaux immediately, to be tried by whomever becomes Divine!”

“I do not believe she is guilty, Chancello-”

“The mage failed, Seeker. Ahaha, the Breach is still in the sky. For all you know, she intended for it to be this way.”

“I do not believe that!”

“That is not for you to decide. Your duty is to serve the Chantry.”

“My duty is to uphold the principles on which the Chantry was founded, Chancellor, as is yours.” Not wanting them to become too upset at each other, Carrie pushed open the door with a loud clank. As she walked in, the chancellor from before sneered at her.

“Chain her! I want her prepared for travel to the capital for trial.” Cassandra stood up straight from the position she was in over the central table, shaking her head.

“Disregard that… and leave us.” The two door guards saluted them, and the walked out, closing the door behind themselves. The chancellor snorted, looking disgusted.

“You walk a dangerous line, Seeker.”

“The Breach is stable, but it is still a threat. I refuse to ignore it.” Cassandra had her face very close to his, a dark scowl on her face. Carrie felt as though the tension in the room would take very little to snap, so she chose her words wisely.

“So… I’m still a suspect? Even after what we just did?” The chancellor turned towards her, another sneer on his face.

“You absolutely a-”

“No, she is not.”

“But someone is behind the explosion at the Conclave. Someone Most Holy did not expect. Perhaps they died with the others, or… have allies who yet live.” Leliana spoke as she came quietly from around the table’s side, her hips swaying ever so slightly. She had a rather malevolent glare leveled at the chancellor, who now looked miffed.

“I am a suspect?!”

“You and many others.” Leliana’s voice had a cold tone to it, and an air of dismissal. The chancellor looked incensed.

“But not the prisoner?!”

“I heard the voices at the Temple. The Divine called to her for help.” Cassandra sounded as though all were decided: Carrie was indeed, not guilty. Or, at least, Cassandra thought so as did Leliana.

“So her survival, that thing on her hand, all a coincidence?” Cassandra shook her head in disagreement.

“Providence. The Maker sent her to us in our darkest hour.” Carrie felt a cold sweat break out over the back of her neck. If the Maker had sent her to help these people, He had one terrible sense of humor. She shouldn’t even be on the list of ‘People Who May Just Save Us All’. Never once has she been able to prevent the things she sees, and if she sees a dark outcome for this? She quickly realized they were waiting for her to speak.

“I have stabilized the Breach to the best of my ability, or at least that I know of. What more could you want from me?” Cassandra’s eyes flickered from her to the chancellor, to Leliana, then back to her.

“We must try again.” Cassandra went to another table in the back, and as she moved, Leliana chipped in.

“The Breach remains, and your mark is still the only hope of closing it.” The chancellor went to speak, but before many words could get out, Cassandra slammed a large, metal and leather book down on the table. It looked centuries old and severely yellowed. Pointing to it, she asked:

“Do you know what this is, chancellor? A writ from the Divine, granting us the authority to act. As of this moment, I declare the Inquisition reborn. We will close the Breach, we will find those responsible, and we will restore order, with or without your approval!” Cassandra walked towards the chancellor as she spoke, easily backing him into his own version of a corner. He looked like a pouting child by the end. His lip formed a snarl, and he left the room, angrily grumbling under his breath.

“This is the Divine’s directive. ‘Rebuild the Inquisition, of Old, find those who will stand against the Chaos’. We aren’t ready. We have no leader. No numbers and now no Chantry support.” Leliana sounded distressed, and her fingers were almost angry as they traced the book.

“But we have no choice; we must act now, with you at our side.” Carrie looked between the two, startled. She knew of the Divine’s directive; she had snuck peeks into it before, illegally. She knew just how ruthless people could be to follow it. And, every time she had stood with something, it has had mishaps. Mishaps that costed lives… But she was a part of this now. She had no true choice; who’s to say that rip in the sky and the one in her hand would stay stable? For all she knew of this magic, it could suddenly rip her to pieces should she not take care of it.

“I will stand with you. As an old friend… and a new ally… May Andraste and the Maker watch over us, because I feel we have a long, dark path ahead of us.”

#cullen rutherford #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age imagine #cullen/inquisitor

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Therapy

// Anyway so we all know Tony Stark needs to be in therapy because he suffers major PTSD and honestly he deserves to be happy yeah???? I wanted to write a lil thing about him going in for his first appointment and it actually turned out ok! Let me know what you dudes think! I just started going to therapy and let me tell you that is some hard shit to do!!!!!!!!! So if any of you have went, I'm proud of u. ok I'll shut up here's Tony. - Tony Stark was nervous. It wasn't really a first for him, but this time was different. It was all different. When JARVIS had suggested looking into therapy, he had almost laughed. Tony, being Iron Man, being...Tony, didn't need this kind of help. He didn't really need any help. His problems were his and his only, he wasn't about to dump it on someone else. So when his AI brought it up again, Tony raising his voice made sense. He didn't need help. He didn't need to sit in a chair for an hour and talk about his feelings. But slowly, and soon, when sleep became impossible and the thoughts almost uncontrollable, Tony had to make a choice. He had to think about how he would sit in bed, staring at the same ceiling for hours, the same thought running through his head. Because it was all his fault, wasn't it? Ultron, Pepper, Rhodey, the entire team falling apart- It was him. No matter what anyone would say, that idea would never fade away. It stuck out in Tony's mind, some days more than others, it had no chance to escape or flood out. It was only when Tony had woken up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and tears, that he realized he needed help. Serious help. Of course he couldn't burden Rhodey with this, how selfish could he be? He had absolutely no right to talk to pepper about it either, and any member of the team was out of question. So there he was, in the waiting room, with his hands resting in his pockets, trying to look like he wasn't about to run out of there. His face seemed calm, but if you looked at him long enough, you'd notice he was so on edge, he'd flinch at anything. The clock ticking at the end of the hall seemed to echo through the whole office as he desperately searched for a distraction, pulling out his phone. Now his hands were shaking, while he tried 3 times to unlock it with the draw-passcode he had set up. The phone could have easily let him in by fingerprint, but Tony needed to fidget with something. His appointment wasn't for another 10 minutes, he tried to remember why he had wanted to arrive so early, but he couldn't focus. His heart was now pounding and he was sweating, and he didn't know why. Soon enough he was tapping his feet on the floor, flipping quickly through magazines, then throwing them back on the table. Why was this taking so long? Tony felt as if he was thinking up millions of things per second. Would it be like in the movies? Where you just lay on a big black sofa and the old man takes notes and speaks really deep and slow? Was this even a good idea? Maybe he should leave. Maybe he should just forget the idea of help, and suck it up like he had always been told to do when he faced a problem. Maybe he would have left if his thoughts hadn't been interrupted by a taller female's soft laughter. His head bolted up and he cleared his throat, sending her a generally forced smile. The woman had just finished with what Tony had assumed, another client. But he had discarded that idea when a much younger, teenage like girl followed behind her. He raised a brow as the two shook hands. "I'll see you next week, then?" The older lady said to the girl, who nodded and turned, smiling at Tony before exiting the office. He was in the right place, wasn't he? "Your niece?" Tony asked out of nervousness, as well as curiosity. The lady chuckled and shook her head, "Oh, no. Not at all. She's a client. Like you, I see?" Tony noticed the friendliness in her voice. It was comforting. "No, I came to watch." Tony joked. He didn't know how to do much else in these sort of situations. The doctor rose a brow. "Kidding. Client. Tony Stark." He said when he got no immediate reaction standing up to shake her hand. He hated the shakiness in his voice and in his walk. She laughed softly at his joke, nodding. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Stark. I look forward to getting to know you. Follow me." Tony swallowed and mumbled a "you too" before stepping into her own private room. He immediately noticed the walls. They were painted a very light, neutral blue. "Is that done on purpose, or?" He asked, referring to them, trying desperately to avoid any awkward silences. She nodded, but didn't say much else. Tony's eyes scanned around, at her diplomas and awards- and there were lots of them. "Geez, J sure wasn't kidding when he said picked the best one on the list." He said under his breath, toying with one of the knicknacks on her desk. The lady observed him, before inviting him to sit. Tony took a deep breath before placing himself into one of the leather seats, that he almost sunk into. They were comfortable- he had to admit. He adjusted himself in the chair 6 or 7 times before actually working up the courage to day something. "So they come that early?" Tony asked, referring to the teenager. "Age doesn't validate feelings or your right to getting help. Therapy is for those who need it. It's very hard for some people to get themselves in here, you know." She said softly, meeting eyes with Tony. She tried to hint at how he was doing the right thing, but Tony broke away the eye contact almost immediately and focused on the paperwork being pushed towards him. Tony noticed she spent a lot of time looking at him, trying to study him. Obviously it didn't sit well with him but what did he know about their methods, right? Tony soon learned her name and learned the terms, what she could help him with and what she couldn't, and after an unbelievable amount of jokes and clearing his throat, for the first time all day, Tony felt comfortable. Sure, he didn't know if he could trust her with everything just yet, but with time, he knew he could try. She asked him a few simple questions about him and why he was here, before telling him they were almost out of time. Tony answered truthfully, and didn't worry while doing so. He stood up (and not nearly as shakily as before), he collected his share of the paperwork, and followed her out of the office. The therapist smiled at Tony before shaking his hand once again, "I'll see you in a week or so." Tony nodded and mumbled, "Thanks, see you then." Before disappearing out of the office. He got into the elevator and pressed one of the buttons, realizing his hand wasn't shaking anymore. He decided that he liked her, he liked her voice and her approach to this whole thing, and mostly how she didn't treat him any different than other patients. Tony hopped into his 2016 Lambroghini Huracan, placing his hands on the steering wheel as it automatically turned on. "Hello, sir. How was your appointment?" JARVIS' voice came over the car's speakers. He was curious to know, almost anxious, hoping he had selected the right Doctor. Tony had trusted him with this, and if it hadn't gone well, the chances that he would see someone else were slim. But Tony couldn't help but feel relief to hear his friend after all that. "It went good, buddy. You did well." He said, before quickly pulling out of the parking lot and speeding up the street. "I am quite glad to hear it, Sir." JARVIS said. He raced down the highway, the summer breeze hitting him in the face. It was funny, he thought. How in an hour everything could change, and he could feel such a huge weight being lifted from his shoulders. He wasn't doing this alone anymore, and for the first time, in a long time, Tony Stark really smiled. He was going to be okay.

#I loved writing this ok #therapy is hard folks #even tony stark has trouble with that #it's ok!!#marvel #tony stark #iron man

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